In 2008, as I think my heart was crushed and squished more than once, one prominent musical role was played by Sam Phillips. My 2008 soundtrack reflected this.
Tonight, one particular song that prompted quiet tears again and again while I sat as the lone Paris to Reykjavik passenger in business class on a 2008 early spring afternoon Icelandair flight, triggers a similar resignation and the vague sense that history (subtly) repeats.
“We can’t fix what’s broken/so let’s leave it here/and walk on/I’ll be right behind you…”
“Love changes everything/I’m not sorry we loved/but I hope I didn’t keep you too long…”
“I’ll always open my hands to you/I’ll be right behind you…”