In early August, at the height of summer, I was at the stove scrambling eggs. It was a beautiful, bright Saturday morning. A song on the radio caught my ear, and even though I'd never heard it before, I felt a quick connection, a resonance with the lyrics. And the acoustic guitar melody only drew me in more. I continued cooking, enjoying the song, and when it had finished and the radio announcer just launched in to another tune without naming the previous artist, I grabbed my Kindle to google. It took some time; after all, I was searching by random lyrics. But eventually, I discovered that it was called Way Back When and sung by the Irish band Kodaline. I'd never ever heard of them.
I hustled over to Youtube to savour the song again and realised something: every day we're making memories - some good, some bad. I felt a twinge of sadness when I thought about how, in order to survive my job, I put my head down and white-knuckled it through every day. Each one is lived like a hurdle to overcome, another date to be crossed off the calendar, and by the end of the week I can't really remember what happened. It has all passed by in a blur because if I allowed myself to retain the memories fully, it would be too painful, too overwhelming. The nostalgic vibe of this song made me yearn for days that I can enjoy so profoundly, that I know that some time in the future I can remember them wistfully. It's time to move on, but how?