When the song sticks to a place
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I drove the three hours back home in the late afternoon for my aunt’s funeral. I rarely go anywhere by myself. I pulled into town near dusk, drove down Grand Avenue remembering all those nights cruising as a teenager, mildly annoyed as always by the things that have had the nerve to change. I got to the other end of town and pulled into the hotel lot as this song was playing. I realized I’d never checked into a hotel by myself before. The light was that red gold and everything suddenly felt strangely quiet and it was just me and this song. So I feel close to it now. I checked in, dropped my bag in the room and decided to enjoy it. Drove back to the other end of town just keeping the song on, bought popcorn to eat in bed, drove back, and found a Mummy marathon on TV. I wonder if it will ever feel like anything but that odd quiet in the red gold light.
I drove the three hours back home in the late afternoon for my aunt’s funeral. I rarely go anywhere by myself. I pulled into town near dusk, drove down Grand Avenue remembering all those nights cruising as a teenager, mildly annoyed as always by the things that have had the nerve to change. I got to the other end of town and pulled into the hotel lot as this song was playing. I realized I’d never checked into a hotel by myself before. The light was that red gold and everything suddenly felt strangely quiet and it was just me and this song. So I feel close to it now. I checked in, dropped my bag in the room and decided to enjoy it. Drove back to the other end of town just keeping the song on, bought popcorn to eat in bed, drove back, and found a Mummy marathon on TV. I wonder if it will ever feel like anything but that odd quiet in the red gold light.
