We Were Children Once

Distant laughter drifts across an open schoolyard, softened by time, and carried by wind. The echoes of recess ripple through the air like a song half-remembered... familiar, then suddenly vivid. You sit against the fence at the perimeter, beneath a stand of large oaks, as bare branches whoosh overhead. The wind brings everything to you: coach's whistle, bursts of laughter, and the autumnal ambience of suburbia, as visions of childhood splash across the canvas of an open field. This track invites a quiet return to the fields we once ran through, to the joy we didn't know we were having, to the self still waiting behind the noise of growing up. Because somewhere in that golden-lit room of your mind, where forgotten dreams drift like dust in the air, this track is a gentle invitation to come out and play again.