I had forgotten about the power that music has...

...to rearrange one's thinking. To crack a brain open and stir things up.



I heard this song by Frank Turner for the first time when I was on vacation in England this summer, sitting in my friend Margaret's kitchen. Out of nowhere, I was struck by so many things that I had forgotten about myself. Ideas I used to have. Things I used to love. Things I wanted to be whenever I grew up.

I was remarkably fearless and the world was a wide, wonderful place, full of possibilities. It is good to remember that.