Listening

Listening to 405 by Death Cab for Cutie takes me back to nights lying on the floor of Landon's bedroom.  It's late and dark.  The night reflective of experiencing youth turning in to adulthood.  Everything mysterious and new, not sure what lies very far ahead, hidden in the dark.  Feeling an intensely easy connection to people still very foreign to other personal lives I've so far grown to know.

Familiarity still primarily grounded to my parents and by association my one brother.  Parents are your reality as a child.  Life defined by the people they are.  Now an entirely frightening idea.

And so here I lie, or there I laid, on the fairly barren floor of a newfound brother in arms, surrounded by four bodies of whom I am, or was, only slightly beginning to understand, and listening to music fresh and innovative to my soul.  My brain turns, or turned, these musical impressions in to very distinct memories and intertwined feelings.

Now I sit, or lie, listening to the same music, perfectly preserved by digital reproduction, and I am transported back in time some 7 odd years.

Adulthood no longer so dark and unknown.  Time has revealed some of its secrets, shed light on some of these mysteries.  The song 405 holds a little more personal meaning than it ever could have those 7 years before.  But the emotional relationship is the same.

It keeps me thrown askew.