Songs/Music

I don't know about you but songs have a way of taking me back.  I can see where I was when I heard the song, sometimes even smell the smells of a particular time.  The Partridge Family, Helen Reddy, The Monkeys when I was in my teens.  I can see myself and my friends sitting on my bedroom floor listening to those records on a record player, moving the needle back, so we could hear a particular song again.  My kids, I'm not even sure they know what a record player looks like.  I often wonder where those records went--I don't remember throwing them out but I know I no longer have them.  Times change but music and songs can always drag me back.

Tahoe--Boy in a Band

Morgan:

     I had my head resting back against the wood edge of the hot tub.  The steam from the water rose into the still cold air.  I could smell the chlorine mixed with the scent of the moist wood.  Mathew flashed into my head as I looked at the moon.

Erasing time--Boy in a Band

When skin touched skin, time was erased.  I was stunned at how we went right back to us.  How he could take me places no one had.  How he could take me back, make me completely lose myself to him.

A Horse Named Joe--writing

Yesterday as we drove to Southern Utah I worked on A Horse Named Joe.  Sometimes the words flow and sometimes they come a little slower.  Any story I am working on is in my head, always, but some times it can be better.  Last night in my dream the better for chapter 30 came to me.  Writing on.

Morgan look alike

Meeting Mathew's mom--Boy in a Band

     "You liked Ann?" mom asked as she adjusted the controls.
     "She's really nice and really pretty," I answered.
     She looked over at me and then in the rear view mirror.  She pushed her black hair away from her face and checked her makeup.  She was pretty too but I wasn't going to say it.
     "She used to be a model," Mom said.

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