Inexplicable. Intangible.
Isn't it beautiful how these words can represent that exact inadequacy to explain and quantify in the first place?
How they fill the gap between what we feel and what we understand.
In my mp3 player, zenny (not the most
creative of names, I know), there's a playlist titled
autumn.
And in it, there are songs which I think suit the mood of fall - melancholic, quietly intense.
Only I play it on sunny days, cloudy days, rainy days - every possible variation that Singapore's weather can come up with (which clearly, exhausts itself after three options, but I digress).
And the songs in it, ranging from Bell X1's
Eve, the Apple of my Eye to Jenny Lewis's
You Are What You Love to Rilo Kiley's
With Arms Outstretched, always give me this intangible, inexplicable sense of...
calm, mixed with a tinge of sadness, and optimism.