Is a title of a song I can’t seem to get out of my head, lately. It all started when I was going down some stairs, the other day. Or did it when I touched some fabrics? Or when I started to feel the wind? Gently. When gentle wind meets soft, fine fabric… This is what happens.

The song below.

No connection to the above whatsoever? Nothing is random, my friend.

We dance to it, we sing it and we, basically, do whatever it feels like doing or not.

I know. Groovy.

The flow. You gotta like the flow. Have you noticed the flow in your clothes? You have to, it’s the perfect weather for this. Get your s*it, as in clothes, as in groove on, and you’ll have fun guaranteed. I know I had. Oh, speaking of sh*t, today is Monday and Monday is awesome, said no one ever. But it can be when your s*it is together. As in the sh*t!

You know?

And again.

Ok.

Again?

Aha.

And again and again.

Marilyn did it, too. She seemed to have a lot of fun, too.

You do it, too. You will, too.

Or get me high gently, just saying and just a wordplay. Instead of let me down gently, the song, remember?

I’m comiiiing!

I’m flyiiiiiiing!