When you catch a long passed favorite song playing, it’s like reuniting with a dear, old friend.
You’re all smiles and admiration over how it hasn’t changed one bit. Memories flood back, strung between first and last notes, of who you once were. Just as you remember each lyric and quarter beat, a song remembers each of your fears and wishes from the time you first met.
Here’s one of my old friends-weary after traveling from the eight track player in my father’s car , umpty years ago, to here.. with you.