"Power of Two" - Indigo Girls I was sitting at an almost empty thrift store. It was still early, but the sun disappeared an hour ago. It was not at all busy, but somehow time didn't take long to pass by. Maybe because I was distracted and didn't mind so much that I was out of my element and especially, out of the office. I needed a "break" even though I've only officially been back for a mere 3 days. It felt like a year went by today. Less than 20-minutes before closing a familiar song began to play. It was a little low at first, but I knew instantly what it was because the guitars gave it away. I walked towards the front of the store and sat at one of the worn-out sofas in the corner. It was burnt red with floral pillows and smelled of potpourri. I sank right in and remembered the first time I heard this song. I was 15, a sophomore in high school. My long-distance boyfriend was in Boston somewhere and I was stuck here with no cell phone, no Internet, he...
A song pops up in my head in bed, carrying with it a memory that may not always be described in words. So the music in it of itself allows me to tell my stories. This is my writer's pen. This is my '3' and my 'M'. This is my passion in life; my blog; my light and though it may occasionally lose its shine, it will never completely leave me in the dark.