It’s morning and somehow if you get up early enough and smell air that smells like all of the summers of your life, it really does feel like a beginning. As I push through chapters and lessons of my life at the speed of light I stop often to think about all of the things I’ve lost and all of the people who are gone. The weird thing is you don’t always know when the last time will be, we gracefully duck out and disappear and all we are left with are songs and memories to conquer. Because we can give our music and our memories away so frivolously to those people that make them tangible, thick, real, touchable. But at some point we have to let them become sweet again. We have to drive enough and laugh enough and wake up early enough to take those back. I realize that I’m not one of those people who was just made for another person or even understand what that looks like right now. But last night I sang country music with a friend on a back road in South Carolina and for about 10 minutes I wasn’t thinking about my phone or my facebook status or my job or being unrequited. I just had fun. We conquered that song and it’s ours now, summery and free from sharks.
