Fool in the Rain

Memory is a strange creature that emerges and recedes from darkness as it pleases.  I am sure neuroscientists have a more impressive explanation than this, but synapses that lay unfired and unconnected for decades reawakened in the past week to remind me of a past, early love --- or better to say infatuation.  At one time this song:

meant the world to me. Now the abstract sensation of the song is more real to me than any "actual" memories, and so I am issuing a small commemoration of that here.