I had the house to myself after breakfast. I sat down to write and all I could think of was a running race and Popsicle, preferably together. I played the Enchanted soundtrack instead of my default background classical music. It reminded me of countless discussions we had about running songs sitting on the pink phone in my room, Sun Valley posters papered the walls. Late night runs through the park, after American Idol marathons. Landslide followed, and on cue, I was in '08 again, lying on my bed listening to Dixie Chicks on the radio. Memory and music run deep, and often sets the course for the direction I write. I clicked pause and listened to the whirring furnace. Back to the short post.
