Placid.

All the places the light droplets fell were perfectly precise. 

Guided by that golden orb through the tree silhouettes and rooftops.

And the music that rolled around was always right. Beginning a plump bubble, perfectly lifted and lulling, ending round and gentle in the velodrome of my mind. 

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