Melodies of the Wild West

The wave is splashing on the seashore, a moody sky is looming above and a lone rider sits on his Ford Fiesta and hums along his radio a few dollars more.

In an isolated scenery, the melodies are allowed to transverse through the air molecules and make the mind travel in a time that in reality it never existed, but is still vivid in the memory of this writer. That of Ennio Morricone’s Wild West.

The purposeful whistling along a fistful of dollars, everytime causes a burst of confidense to pop out of the chest and begin another great day knowing no one can mess with you.

The good, the bad and the ugly makes all of the goods the bads and the uglys seem great.

Whistling your way through the day may create wonders in your life.

Goodmorning and thank you Ennio.

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