The lullaby beat of the song “Falling Slowly” sets the mood for a romantic escape of two people. The cool breeze carrying the salty smell of sea water gently blows into their faces, like a mother’s soft breath on her child’s face. Tonight, there is only deep adoration between them, evident in the way they are snuggled so close to each other that not even an ant could squeeze through. The only witness of such courtship are the millions of twinkling stars and the full white moon, shining it’s pale spotlight on the actors of the night and lighting up the dark, velvet sky. They’ve had their battles yet the only things that are fighting that night are the wild, giant waves slamming into the rocks, trying to see who can go further up shore. The couple, though, feels safe, much like children would in their mother’s arms during a storm. The soothing song competes with the dark murky sea, dangerous and foreshadowing the future. How did “I love you” become “I’m sorry” and “how could you”? Finally, when the moon pulls up its mightiest and tallest tide with the purpose of driving the lovers away, why did they run their separate ways? However, as the song continues, you begin to feel hope for them. Even when the song stops and the dream is shattered, they are still hopeful that perhaps they didn’t know themselves or each other enough to understand what they had. What they had was a feeling that is made up of millions of other feelings. It was love, sweeter than the sweetest chocolate chip cookie, and that gives an even greater feeling of awe and wonder than holding a new life in your arms does.
