…The clocks go back, railway track
Something blocks the line again
And the train runs late for the first time

A pebble beach, we’re underneath,
a pier that’s just been painted red
Where I heard the news for the first time.

(…jedes Jahr aufs Neue mein Frühlingssong > Stereophonics: “Local Boy In The Photograph” auf “Word Gets Around”)

Brainstorming zu den ersten Erdbeeren, weil die frische Luft so schön durchs Hirn pfeift.