Sometimes…while I sit in a room, having just selected a song on my iPod…I search for a good and happy place. I tilt my head, catching the light off a window or a certain sheen on a fabric, hoping it will transport me, much like Lucy walking back into the Wardrobe to find Narnia. It’s odd what can bring a memory back.
And oftentimes, I find myself in my first months of college, before any first kiss, walking on a crisp Autumn morning in Berkeley, relishing my days of independence as a young adult.
The light is golden, the sycamore tree leaves have not yet faded to a crisp, and I have no obligations but to myself. I can feel it now–cool air, clear sky, walking to a cafe or down the street to the grocery store for snacks. No permission required.
There are many good days in my life–but that’s a snapshot of just a few of them.
And my music choices revolve a lot around bringing me back those good days. Those feelings, dark and light.