On Tuesday, a song found me. The melody crept in on the periphery of my mind, the profound and soaring horns caught me unaware and carried me off from my work. When a song finds me, it often happens like this.
It followed me this week, chasing after my car in traffic early in the morning, haunting me as I tried to focus on writing documents and e-mails. When I went home, it was there from dinner until it echoed through the slumberous halls of my mind as I tried to sleep. Every now and then, a song comes along like this and stirs you.
Last night I got in the car at 11, sitting in the emptiness of the parking lot with a CD in hand. With the keys in the ignition, I sat for a while in the inadequate fluorescent light and still air inside the car. Everything seemed to anticipate the sound of the engine, some dynamic event, the start of some grand adventure. I never turned it over. I took the CD I had made and trudged back inside the apartment. I put it down on the counter with the spam mail and went to bed.
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