Driving to work yesterday morning there was this moment when the song playing through my car speakers, and the world I could see out the window as I drove, linked up and became something breathtaking.
I was coming up on this bridge, nearing it, just about to drive underneath it. It’s one of those bridges which are architecturally striking, yet familiar. I’m sure it’s been caught on film before in one more, or many. It happens around here. Places I see so often in my days of living in and around Los Angeles that are also part of on-screen stories that I’ve seen at the theater, or on my TV screen.
The wind was still blowing hard. It was like that all last night, too. Beating at the windows and the roof. Leaving a litter of leaves and tree branches on the streets to greet the morning commuters with. The wind, she was still swirling bits of things around in the air this morning.
“But I gave you all.
I gave you all.
I gave you all.”
The music, and this song, I don’t know why it all clicked, but it fit just perfectly with the way the morning city looked, and felt. It brought tears to my eyes.
It made me feel damn lucky to be alive.