bradalock

There is a record that when I listen to it, i am back instantly 6 years ago. Driving in the middle of winter in my old car, feet frozen, the streets white with snow. The snow falling in between the orange light cast by the passing streetlights. My car window closed even though I'm smoking. Alone, driving to a coffee shop in uptown, Minneapolis. In hopes to catch the eye of someone, anyone, although I could never talk to her. It is amazing that moment is still encapsulated in on a record. Every once and a while I wish i could be there. It would be nice to move there again, but I could never have that moment again. I guess thats what memories are for.