Friday, January 7, 2011
The Ghost of Summer Past
This tune always reminds me of slow dancing on the hotel balcony on a hot summer night.
The touch of her fingertips.
Scent of her hair.
A champagne-flavored kiss that seemed like it would last forever.
But forever ends.
And much too soon.
Listening to this even now, in the middle of winter,
with inches of new snow on the ground,
brings a wisp of summer.
Just when I need it most.
I hope you dig it.
sj
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SJ - Is that the name of this piece? I really need to get it on my playlist. How goes it down your way. Do you have much snow? We are barely covered here. Hope all is well.
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