On this day, I fell in love with a song on first hearing. It helped that I was driving. And the sun was shining. And the window down. And we were on our way back from visiting a childhood friend. And she sat quietly before issuing a demand that it be turned up. And I looked at her in the rear-view looking sideways through the window with her small foot tapping at my back. And she looked back at me. And looked away again. And the music took her her way, and me mine. And when we arrived home, the same sun had slid down the back fence as it peeled the last strip of daylight away. And flung it on the earth’s bedroom floor. And finished its striptease before it made way for the moon.