What Became Known as the Early Years

Read Caroline's latest post. Here we go. *best served with a side of Jason Mraz, live at the eagles ballroom. just not too much food or curbside. preferably the first*

It is three years ago. I have never felt this way before. Slide guitar echoes in my mind now, waiting for the first chord to be stricken. I catch a glimpse of it at the head of the curve, whip my head around. I have been driving for six hours. When it first comes into vision I am a child. Jaunty poprockjazz on the edges of my conscious. Pupils dilate. I want to hold this moment in my hand. My heart beats faster. We are coming to a climax.

We round the corner and I understand. I am flying over this valley on the wings of your song. The valley pops light below, every little spark with its own caretaker. My spirit rides on a gust of I don't feel so-whoa nice. I grasp to catch my breath, so unsteady.

Inhale. It falls apart. Kiss my cd player.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.


Not again. I watch the cool float over this town. Take my hand this once. I have flown over this valley. Tonight, I feel I'm comin again, so I just might let you in, in, in.

Emily?