If only it's snowing now.
I'd wear a thousand layers of clothing and walk on that quiet street.
Hopefully I'll reach some isolated shelter in the middle of nowhere.
Under that shelter there'll be a live band playing all that jazz and bossa nova.
I'll still be freezing cold. Somehow, the groove of the music will heat me up from within.
I will stand in front of that shelter, in the snow, watching the band, feeling the melody, replacing the lyrics with my own.
The best I can do now, in this little tropical island, is to watch the white clouds float by in that dark blue sky from the breezy balcony of my home.
If the world would just shut up for one day and let me find peace.