'Hello darkness, my old friend...' Started the morning with songs from a distant past, which seemed to open up a portal to a more 'innocent' time. Simon and Garfunkel are old men now, me too.

I remember sitting, in my room, in the dark, 12 or 13 listening to WCFL on my little transistor radio ...'homeward bound, I wish I was, homeward bound...' The radio transmitting directly to my ear, words and notes, resonating somewhere deep inside.

I feel a loss, a loss of another version of myself, the quiet, shy, kid who wanted to 'be kind, be good.' Not chasing after anything, just letting the world come to me, in melody, harmony, softness and joy.