Long Into The Evening
This past weekend I was waiting in the car for my son, & it was late & dark & I picked the corner of the parking lot that was darkest. I sat in the car listening to music & began to leaf through a book of CDs that had gone unused for so long that they did indeed feel like relics. There was an un-labeled disc there among the Laurie Berkner (you know, for the kids!), the ‘July Jams’ mix, & the various Johnny Cash compilations.
So I slipped it into the player — then instantly felt a mixture of curiosity (I couldn’t remember the name of this band!) & nostalgia (I realized I had listened to this so many times — especially as I built a large set of bookcases for our house in Oregon — but that was about 10 years ago), & delight (this was still good).
Its a luxury to have time…. to (eventually) remember the songs & albums & bands, to sit quietly in the dark & think about all the things, & then enough still to move on…let it all be forgotten…& then bring it back again.