Beachada - Top Down [Music Video] - Rare Jazz Records скачать в хорошем качестве

Beachada - Top Down [Music Video] - Rare Jazz Records

The children spill out of the car before you’ve fully stopped, dragging their sleds and tubes through the powder, leaving deep footprints in their wake. The air is crisp, biting at your cheeks, curling into your lungs with every breath. You follow, your boots sinking slightly with each step, the familiar crunch beneath your feet a sound both nostalgic and immediate. At the top of the hill, the world stretches wide. The sky, a muted winter blue, meets the treetops in a seamless horizon. Laughter and shrieks of delight ripple through the air as children launch themselves downward, their sleds carving temporary paths into the snow. The oldest races ahead, fearless, barely pausing before plummeting down, the plastic sled skimming across the ice-packed grooves. The middle child follows, determined to match the speed, the thrill, the fleeting flight. The youngest lingers, gripping the snow tube with mittened hands, glancing toward you. You settle beside him, the two of you pressing into the cold vinyl before pushing off. The first second is slow, then the world drops away, the wind whipping against your face, your stomach lurching in that perfect, weightless way. The trees blur, the ground rushes past, the laughter bursts from somewhere deep in your chest. At the bottom, the snow is soft beneath your gloved hands as you steady yourself. The youngest tumbles out, breathless, flushed, eyes wide with exhilaration. He scrambles up, already pulling the tube toward the hill again, the climb back up almost as thrilling as the descent. Run after run, the day dissolves into motion—climbing, launching, spinning, landing. Snow clings to cuffs, creeps into boots, melts against warm skin. Fat flakes begin to drift from the sky, slow and lazy, settling on hats and eyelashes, catching in the soft wool of scarves. As the afternoon wanes, exhaustion settles in their limbs, their movements growing slower, their voices softer. The promise of warmth pulls them toward the car, the thought of hot chocolate rich and thick, the heat of the mug pressing into cold fingers. The drive home is quiet, the hum of the engine a steady rhythm beneath their slowed breathing. Through the rearview mirror, you catch glimpses of their rosy cheeks, their half-closed eyes, the way sleep tugs at them, wrapping them in a heavy, satisfied stillness. The snow-covered trees blur past, the sky deepening into early twilight. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Check out Beachada's album, Despite What the World Tells You, It Is a Great Time To Be Alive on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/5N4TNR... #music #musicvideo #jazz #worldmusic #funk #rjr #rarejazzrecords #rarejazzrepublic #jeremybenjamingilmore #snowtubing #sledding #parenting #kids #family #winter #snow --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Connect with us! Bluesky: https://bsky.app/profile/rarejazzreco... Facebook:   / rarejazzrecords   Instagram:   / rare.jazz.records   TikTok:   / rare.jazz.records   Twitch:   / rarejazzrecords   X: https://x.com/RareJazzRecords