
I am sitting here listening to Iron & Wine and letting my thoughts consume me. This happens often. My sister was telling me the other day how much she likes the song "Flightless Bird, American Mouth." I am led to believe this is only in part because the song is featured on the Twilight soundtrack. I told her I think it's great when movie soundtracks feature great songs and gave her an errand: download more Iron & Wine songs on iTunes. Now, what about my thoughts? I am finding it hard to believe that it has been 3 1/2 years since I saw Iron & Wine live. It is one of those things that really seems like just yesterday. Reality, however, insists on having its own way by trying to fray and blur the edges of my memory. I will not give in so easily and can still see and feel the vulnerable, confused, 20-year-old version of myself on the mend from a broken heart; captivated and sweetly intoxicated by the beautiful words and music that Mr. Sam Beam weaves together. By the end of the night the tears that had been brimming on my eyes slid slowly down my cheeks. I wasn't sad that the set was coming to an end, but simply releasing the thank you coming from somewhere deep inside me.


