may your shade be sweet

there are countless times that i hear my own soundtrack. tunes that trigger memories. movement. emotions.

today. probably for the first time. i felt as though i was hearing the soundtrack for someone else.

a young woman. not much older than myself. sitting across from me. and with a wistful look upon her face, she gazed, mindlessly, upon the floor. clutching her bag. tears silently welling up in her eyes.

and as i became unabashedly entranced by her . . . the song played for her.