Faithfully - by Journey

I'm sitting on my bed.

It's a beautiful "just before spring" day.

The sun is shining through the windows. It's a Sunday. I've taken a nap. I need a shower.

But I'm drawn to write.

So I'm sitting on my bed, with the radio on.

The little one is playing a video game.

The big one is taking a nap from his midnight shift job.

And I'm thinking of my new post. How to compose it. Where to begin.

And there it is!

On the radio.

The beginning strands of a familiar song.

A song from "then".

But --ahhh-- it's not the song, but it's close.

And for a moment I'm transported to my youth. To the time when I loved JK.

The memories don't flood my mind.
They don't take over my soul.
They don't cause me harm or uneasy feelings.

Quite the opposite: The song leaves me with a smile.

I've had a good life.

The Song Remembers When

I love music. LOVE music.
It's a part of me.
A living, breathing part of me.

So many of my memories are wrapped around a song.

So many songs are wrapped around my memories.

And with today's technology, in a matter of minutes, you can be listening to just about any song you can think of.

Still, my favorite way to hear a song is on the radio.

You're sitting somewhere.
Just minding your own business.
Washing your hair.
Reading a book.
Looking through a magazine.

You're driving somewhere.
Talking to yourself.
Yelling at the person driving in front of you.
Trying to make the kids sit still/be quiet/stop making a mess.

And suddenly, there it is.
The first strands of a familiar song.

And suddenly, it happens.

The world around you slips away.

And you're transported.

To another time.

And you're reliving the memories.
Reliving the moments.
Reliving the feelings from so long ago.

Because the song remembers when . . . .