It always blows my mind to think about how music can produce such vivid memories. Most of the time I have trouble remembering what I did a week ago. But let me listen to a particular song and I can all but tell you every single color, shape and smell of a particular memory.
I used to listen to the Windham Hill Guitar Sampler to fall asleep back in junior high. I remember a particular autumn evening taking a nap as the sun was setting. I had my window open and there was a smell of burning leaves coming through the window. The wind was blowing and there was the sound of rustling leaves. It was an incredible nap. I remember lying there vividly. And to this day, the songs on that CD still conjure those memories.
I got home last night and read one of my favorite blogs. I like to check it often. The author is quite good. Very much conceited and quite full of herself. And her youth often shines through in her posts. But for some reason, I like to read what she has to say.
Last night though I was quite pissed. What I read seemed to be a challenge. Granted, it wasn't in any way a challenge. And by thinking so, I'm showing that I, too, am conceited. But damn it, I got mad. And so I am answering the challenge. I can write too, you know. I can spew forth the most mundane drivel anyone has ever read. And I will. Back to the old days of posting every day. Come hell or high water I will find something to write about. Challenge answered........
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