Songs. I have written about this before but some songs just make me stop whatever I'm doing and remember. A place. A person. A season. Sometimes an entire memory, complete with specific people, a particular setting, and a suite of emotions.

I'm pretty sure this happens mostly at night when there is little else to draw my attention. The black night outside my window doesn't do much to catch my gaze. The 2am quiet doesn't provide much to listen to. The still house, everyone comfortably asleep but this little worker bee, doesn't allow for much distractions at all. So when Pandora decides to shake up my past like a snow globe and create a whirlwind of nostalgia, I can do little but succumb. A victim to memories. Or should I say, an embracer of them? Or admirer?