You know those songs you hear that take you to a different time in your life. You can close your eyes and see the exact place you were when the song connected what you heard and how you felt. Somehow the words or the music is intertwined in your memories-- all tied together. A few chords can trigger a tangent in your day. Depending on which memory is evoked, it may be painful or happy or maybe you're not sure how you feel.
I have hundreds of these songs. One in particular brings me back to summer nights in the Blue Ridge mountains. Cool nights and soft breezes. My hair down and long, blowing in the wind. It was just me looking up at the stars. God, it was beautiful. Some of my favorite moments include being alone, gazing at something beautiful and smiling. Smiling because life can be so beautiful. Smiling because I am overwhelmed at my luck in the world; that I am sitting and staring at something so amazing I couldn't fathom it's creation. That night I was smiling at the trees, the stars, the sound of the wind, the the reflection of the moon on the lake, my toes on an old wooden bench, my long and cozy sweater. Makes me want to go back there and live it all again. I can even feel my hope. I had just finished my freshman year of college, so naive and innocent. At that time I'd never been in a relationship with a boy, lived in an apartment, had a broken heart, or broke another's heart. I remember thinking I could sit there forever staring at the creation of God. I was young. I was happy. I was living out a song.
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