Promised Heights

Brothers On The Slide

A soft rain finds the courtyards of Granada. The oud speaks in warm, unhurried phrases; the guitar answers like light on wet stone. Small echoes, quiet smiles, and the hush that comes after the first drops. It feels like walking slow under arches, listening to the city breathe. Put it on for reading, late tea, or a calm evening—when the rain is part of the room.

Tryin' Times

Roberta Flack