Wake up at too early o’clock because of busy brain activity. Get up and put on my chauffeur’s cap to transport family members to their places of employment (because November has decided to let itself be known and nobody is ready to face it).  The list of things to do keeps shifting as I attempt to slot everything into to its required space mentally, while trying not to feel like I have already run out of time… Driving back from my last drop off (hiding behind ‘If You Wanna’ by the Vaccines) Pachelbel’s Canon, as done by the Canadian Brass, expands into the air of my truck, building in volume and complexity, and I find my eyes are beginning to burn and tears begin to slide down my cheeks.

Some unnamed emotion has infiltrated and I am crying.

How many times does the same song play and there is nothing, just something to fill the empty air with activity, then you hear it at another time and it fills you with anger, hope, elation, despair… the last note fades, and the feelings linger in the gap between songs.