Heartbeats. . .

heartbeats. . . it's the song that's plugged into my ears as i sit in my cubicle at work, clad in last night's neon yellow singlet, a black hoodie, worn baggy jeans and  special edition converse, whilst enjoying the calm silence in the office balanced perfectly by the subtle hint of chill, courtesy of the rainy weather. indeed an ideal way to start my weekend. one where i hope to spend most of my time listening to jazz legends belt their vocal chords in a seemingly effortless fashion, serenading me to my happy place as i lay curled up in bed, under the cotton comforter in my dim bedroom lit merely by a single red lava lamp. that's definitely the plan for the weekend. and who knows, i might just throw in a nice movie or two in between  Martin, Fitzgerald and Sinatra. but for now it's just heartbeats...