On your shoulder, I lay my head, my eyes closed, pained by the bright rays of the early morning sun. And you sang, softly, like birds in leafless branches of stunted trees. I think your oblivious of this but I was listening to every lyric that comes out from your mouth. I sang with you from time to time, careful not to break your efforts of making it sound good; you are good. We sat there for a long time, singing Beatles, Coldplay, Simon and Garfunkel, et cetera. In front of the gorgeous mountain range of Igbaras we sat, captivated by the result of every change in the sun’s angled rays. We were both there, in that very moment, being watched by nature’s wonderful creations: cows, frequent birds, trees, mountains, clouds, sun. It has been long since I’ve felt so happy, incomparably happy, just by sitting there, beside you, feeling you finally.