ok, so my more recent song's looking to come true. In the park as opposed to the beach, but it's all good. There's dancers in the trees, kinda spanish flamenco ones, a man and a woman, dressed appropriately. Many points are made and forgotten, another support for the case of always having a pen and paper handy, and conversation soon mimics phonecall as eye contact is lost in the sky. And thats when I start to see the mice. Of course they had been there all along, hiding, disguised as racers and boats, but I had now noticed them. Clear as clear, they poked their mighty grey and white faces through the navy blue and told me that it was okay, that even though the grass was making my back wet and my head slip, it was going to be oh ka yee