Nectarine

13th place in Russian Chip Tune Compo 2003.

"You're sitting on pier. It is early morning. Sea rhytmically disturbs your ears. You're alone.

Cool wind breathes creating tiny waves on water. You can't hear nothing but sea waves. It makes your mind clean.

You're thinking about past and future. You could be anywhere, but not here. The general emptyness of this place makes it impossible. You feeling so comfortable, so good here. You just can't leave.

You're thinking about all the world that surrounds you, where it come from, about each detail of it. You're thinking about things that you've made and things that you could make in future. You're reminding all the bad and good - just bright moments of your life - analysing. You're dreaming.

Nothing can stop your thoughts. But out of nowhere you hear noise. It becomes louder and louder. When it begins to crush your dreams, you wondering, that sun is shining very bright, that it is not morning anymore, that you surrounded by a lots of people. Now you have to leave this place, but only until next morning..."