Thursday, September 22, 2011


Two things:

It strikes me how loud people listen to music when pulling in to the hospital parking garage. This morning, I was one of those people. It's like any other time when the music needs to be just a little too loud. You want to be submerged. You want to have a different reason to tear up or to bellow. Is it the nature of hospitals? Or fatigue? Or many jobs? Or just many moments, many beginnings of many days?

You don't choose the albums that become soundtracks to your life. This is a recent revelation. You really don't.

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