A Gentle Groove

I slipped out through the front door and strolled down the paved high street until I reached the open doorway of the vintage record shop. Tucked low in a weathered wooden floor bin, a colourful 7-inch vinyl single in a worn paper sleeve caught my attention. I pulled myself up onto the rim of the crate and leaned down, resting my palms against the smooth central label. With a gentle push of my thumbs, I spun the glossy black disc inside its crate. The textured grooves brushed softly beneath my hands with a quiet, soothing whisper. I sat on the rim, humming a soft melody along with the rhythm.