My song of the moment is the memory of raindrops on a Wednesday night walk.
It has no melody or harmony or tune. I can’t sing along with it or put it down into chords. It’s just a steady yet gentle drumming on my umbrella, punctuated irregularly by a heavy drop falling from a tree overhead and our footsteps squishing on the slick road.
But this song of the moment does have lyrics:
I love walking with you. I like long talks. I like maroon umbrellas. I like deserted streets. I love the night. I love to eat. I like kimchi and tofu. I miss dorm life. I love brewed coffee. I love books. I like reading blogs. I miss our library. I like intellectual discussions. I like research. I love being inspired. I love the truth. I like cats. I miss theater. I like flipflops. I love sunsets. I like taking pictures. I love posing for the camera. I like conversing with foreigners. I love Spondazontes. I like sleeping in and allnighters. I love our AJ.Â I like upwords. I miss friends who are far away. I like videoke. I love sweetness.Â I like singing myself to sleep. I love asking: now, what? I love dreaming of the future. I miss puppy love. I love flourless chocolate cake. I like remembering mountaintop experiences. I love red. I like old technology. I love new experiences. I miss 20/20 vision. I love a good story. I like road trips. I love laughing so hard my stomach hurts. I miss esbi. I love my Roy. I like sleeping underneath 6 pillows. I love giving and receiving massages. I like texting. I miss handwritten letters. I like calligraphy. I like shooting stars and gazing at the heavenlies. I like my alien-headset. I like musically-inclined humans. I miss being a camper. I like tall men. I like promise-keepers. I love being an ate. I love my ates. I miss warm hugs and butterfly kisses. I like the wind in my hair. I love unos. I like comfy clothes. I miss my tubaos. I love weekends away. I like certainty.Â I like being with passionate people. I love to sing. I love walking in the rain. I like being with you. I like you. I love you.