pot of gold...

Today I had this momentous click on the bus... I ventured to listen to some music that normally I groove to for a few minutes and then start to tear up when I realize how it was virtually the soundtrack for my summer-angst-diet cola-and-smokes period, sort of like a blue or a pink period but much tackier. Anyways, somehow I found myself a few minutes in and unable to curtail my grinning. What had changed?

I got to thinking about how glad I was that I came to Ireland this summer. It was an especially epic decision for me and the pretense for the voyage is finally not a matter of importance for me. For some reason I remembered some really great moments that we had that I suppressed because some other moments were not so good. How are you still on my mind, I sometimes wonder. But the truth is really much simpler than I've been admitting to myself. Things were fun, you were the twinkle in my eye, if only for an instant, and I dare say I was in yours. I remember how normal somethings felt with you, watching the CBC and drinking tea in the morning. Having butterflies and not eating for a few days. Playing pool and talking jive. Being soaked with rain. Bowling. Crazy evangelists on the bus.

And so maybe for that time you were the gold at the end of the rainbow and elusive as it is, I saw it once. And I will again. Leprechauns, dangerous little creatures. Don't tread lightly when considering an overseas voyage to the Emerald Isle, as she is as enchanting as she is heartbreaking.

Cheers to the disassociation of bad memories with good music.