Station 103.7

Smooth jazz music reminds me of the sunniest day of summer when the sun is directly over my head. My father would lay out in the backyard and try to get a tan sometimes. On a wooden picnic table which I believe he built. He was the one person who would picked that kind of music. It would play out loud. We owned big and tall speakers as a child. I'm sure neighbors heard but I never remember anyone asking us to keep it down. It was all good. It put me in a happier relaxed state. Like slow motion when every thing is at peace and waiting between the sun and shade. The grass is nice and fresh to step in with your bare feet. But we hardly did that cause we usually ended up walking in dog shit. Walking outside the house through the back and moving down from the deck to the backyard's ground was like walking down the stairs in a royal castle. I imagine, only more comfortable.