I found the iPod of music tonight. The instant recall of memories were like a tidal wave. In the long commute I drove from San Jose to San Diego in the deepest dark. Right around Camp Pendleton the dark was strong and was calling. At that point I slipped the Boys on Side into the CD player and safely made it another 35 miles to Encinitas. Found that tonight on the old iPod.
I didn't drag much out of the dark but it is nice to hear the music again. None of my CDs made it over the Ginnungagap. Oddly enough, none of the music carries loss from that time when I was 40. I find myself missing the ones from when I was 16. I must be getting old.