The tracks end in a blinding flash, unexpected yet familiar. Like a distant nursery melody that reminds you of your early childhood days; the high water mark when things stood still and meant something much more profound. The familiarity of the sound compelling, the fury unparalleled. Still, we remain in constant search for something meaningful and fulfilling. The spirit, the soul, the mechanism that makes us feel and ache and at times, weep. Adrift the melancholy of the past and what could have been, it simply lingers.
December the 1st is here and with it, thoughts turn to the past. Childhood memories, of Christmas and loved ones and fun filled days of eggs sunny side up. Days when there was no snow, yet no snow was needed. Sad memories go by the wayside giving light to sounds of laughter and music and all of that magic that comes with this month. If one could bottle the magic that December brings and spread it throughout the year, how different life would be.
Yet here we are at the opening of the bell. The first of the month, reminding us that there's more to come in wondrous ways. Reminding us that at the end of the tracks, the flash gives way to memories and unbridled joy.
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