The Beginning of The End of the Beginning

Every so often a song can change your entire outlook on life.  At least for the duration of the song - and each attempt to recreate that mood and timing with that chosen song, is a lost and failed attempt.  Imagine your life looking and feeling just like a movie, if just for a brief stroll down the dark and dilapidated block or mighty jaunt in your automobile, cruising through the mighty Southwest, the hard sun beating down on all the dappled souls.

Quite possibly the most inspiring of these moments comes when a song sounds as if the beginning is really the end, or the end is really just the beginning.  Where it creates life and takes it away.  Where you think you are falling in love, but you are really falling out of love.  

It is a cinematic moment, where all the ducks in the pond align perfectly.  And just as soon as you believe you figured out all there is in your life, the song fades.  You scramble to follow up on the moment, hoping to add more fire to your inspiration.   Time expires, as it so naturally does.  You lost the moment, just as much as you found it.

If there is anything, or if there is nothing, there is always music.  And there is time, all the time.