soundtrack

Chances are, if we have spent even a little time together, I have a secret song for you.

Maybe it plays in my mind when we walk down the street in the late afternoon.

Or when I am alone in the car and hear your song on the radio, I can see you standing at
your kitchen sink eating an apple, sitting on your bed tying your shoe, clear as day.

Sometimes it's about the lyrics -- words I would say to you or want you to say to me.

Other times, I can hear you in the drumbeat that propells the moments forward.

There are other reasons and then also, for some, no rhyme or reason to it at all.

Maybe you know the secret song I have for you. If you ask, I will probably tell you.

In other news: I spilled a huge cup of coffee all over my desk this morning.