The Portuguese poet Fernando Pessoa once wrote that all love letters are ridiculous and that they wouldn’t be love letters if they weren’t ridiculous. Of course, he meant this in the best of ways, for he also said that those who have never written a love letter are themselves ridiculous. So in the spirit of Pessoa’s words, I decided to add a sort of cheesy musical piece to Frey’s month:
I find that it’s perfect for those moments when you’re ridiculously happy, for no reason or many. Especially if you happen to be standing or laying on a beach, open field, hill top or a forest clearing on a sunny day.