Falling Feathers | Ivory
If his soundtrack to that epic night at the Baker Hall pool is Sigur Ros, mine is this. Was humming it to myself while my feet made ripples in the water. Oh, and Mae’s Falling Into You for when the shooting stars decided they’d make the night even better. Sometimes I think, instead of a brain, I have a CD player (or iPod, if you prefer that) stuffed inside my skull, the way songs just play in my head at certain moments.
