Wait, what?

There are these songs that bring you back to a very specific point in your life.  I don’t believe in favorite songs; everything has a time and a place with memories marking their places.

This is late summer.  There’s a bike, there is chilled summer air, there is a night sky and a golf course I’m rushing past, uphill.  Maybe there’s a curb in Shadyside, and maybe there’s an old couple driving past me while I’m internally distraught.  Maybe there are Tibetan mountains.  Maybe there’s soft light in my bedroom.