Records

Do you remember this? It was very near the end.

It's funny the things we choose to remember. I wonder where you are sometimes. I wonder what you've become. Base or chaste. Married or marred. Suffering or insufferable. It's a piece of history I've long since tucked into a basket and sent downriver.

There are days, though, when things are especially quiet and the rain falls. On those days I want to lie in bed and listen to records. Stare at the ceiling and move only to relieve the tensions of the body. It's not for everyone. A private moment of thoughtful counsel requiring little dialogue and no explanation.

I know that you would want that, too.