when it hits, you feel no pain.
I was waiting for Leah this morning while she fetched her morning joe from her favorite coffee shop. I had the iPod plugged in and was flipping through my shuffle of 1,937 songs.
It’s an amazing thing, music, the way it infuses meaning into whatever’s going on outside your window. The same scene can move from relaxed to frantic to morose to happy with the click of a scroll wheel.
I’m excited that Ava seems to like music so much. In the morning I’ll put on some Bob Marley for her, and she does her little skank right there in the living room. That’s about as cute as it gets.