December 5, 2021
I heard an old song tonight - one I used to love, one I still love, apparently. I play it again and again, so warm in the memory that when I step outside the rain is unexpected. Not heavy, not threatening, but still falling and still a surprise to me. It’s even more quiet than usual out here and I’m not sure if it’s the late hour or the rain or both but it’s just me and the music, a song I haven’t thought of in so long suddenly filling up the night, giving it new depth, new dimension. Words from fifteen years ago remind me of who I was then, who I am now, and the surreality that they are one person, singing along to the same tune. Another circle that has completed its course, its rounds resolved. I smile when I hear the heavy cord strokes I had long forgotten and all the softness thereafter.
