I’d been talking about whiskey, and scotch, and bourbon, and I’d been reading Hunter S Thompson, and I was planning on watching a silly comedy I’d spent years looking forward to, so when I got home, I poured old scotch, and played music, and sat down with The Rum Diary to wait for my friends. When A Suitcase Full of Sparks, came on, I stopped reading to let it wash over me.
It reminds me of the girl I love, and on its own, that would be enough for me to carve out a moment of pause, just to listen and mull. One of the first nights she stayed over, I played this song for her.
The funny thing is, I think it reminded me of her before I’d ever met her.
Honey, I’m just trying to find my way to you.