You sit beneath a shady tree on LOFAF, the ancient pine's boughs sheltering a few feet in all directions from the snow that still falls on your land in the cycle of freezing and thawing. Your eyes are closed, ears occupied with custom-shaped headphones that clamp the speaker cups over the canals of your canine ears. The wire connects to your phone - only really used for apps rather than texting or computing, since you're already covered in computers at all times anyway. A song plays through those custom headphones, a soft, tender song with odd cadence and little accompaniment other than a guitar. Your lips move as the song plays, mouthing along the words as it goes. Your mind fills with replayed memories from just a few weeks ago, still a source of awe in your mind. The song really does seem to hit a lot of those points just right, if you're thinking in metaphors.
When the song ends, you wipe a happy tear from your eye and conjure your bass, this time attempting to play and sing along with it. It'll take you a few attempts to get it right. It's the song you danced to with Rose in the dark, and even though you just danced together to it that once, it has strong "your song" potential. You'd like it to be. It's somber but sweet, patiently romantic. Every time you listen to it you get a little emotional, full of adoration for your oldest friend, your kind and patient girlfriend. Your soft voice is almost lost to the sounds of hummingbirds and the white-noise of snowfall, far above.
...this is the first day of my life
im glad i didnt die before i met you
i could go anywhere with you,
and id prob'ly be happy...
It’s a strange little song, one without much of a rhyming scheme, but... you think Rose’ll be happy to hear it from you.
