I just came back from holidays this past week and there was a song that we listened to on the Harley during our vacation that made my skin tingle and my heart ache. It is a country song that I had never heard before and from the moment that Ray said “You’ll like this song” I was overcome by it. I made him play it a couple of times over. So when I got home today I decided that I would download it to my iPod so I could listen to it whenever the urge struck me.
The weird thing is? It is NOTHING like it was on that trip. I don’t know if it was the addition of the bike/road noise, the closeness that comes with sitting snug up behind someone for hours on end, the warmth of the sunshine and the soothing turns of the road? I don’t know if it was all of those or none of those but in that moment on that day, I felt that song.
It’s a nice song, please don’t get me wrong, but the passion that I could hear in it that day is gone. I guess some things aren’t meant to be transferred to real life but instead are meant to stay out on the road, out there where there are no time limits, no ‘have to’s’, no errands, no obligations. Out there where life is sweet and quiet and close and simple.
If that’s the case, I’ll happily leave that song out on the warm road with the cool breezes and wait until I run across it again.
