If this year’s summer had a soundtrack, “Impossible Spaces” by Sandro Perri would be it.
I’m crazy about this guy.
“Today I saw you, big as the ocean. Yesterday I was sure I’d forgotten how to swim. I jumped right in you covered me like a lotion. Yesterday I was sure I was losing my skin. The sting of salt, the thrill of devotion. That’s the one I trust, incoming forward motion.
I wanna come to you, I wanna come. Really now, what else?”