It's been an oddly busy and confusing Sunday of a Roller Coaster, week 129547 of quarantine here in Nashville. I've been on Zoom calls all day, starting with serving in two morning church services, talking to people all over the world during worship, midway with New York friends to catch up, and the final about to happen for a volunteer gig I have.
And in between I found out about a death back home, whom my connections to are maybe not as tight as I'd wish them to be, but somehow this brings up lots of thoughts I haven't had in a few years.
Have I sufficiently confused you, readers? At least I have a great song to try to speak in my place instead.
Does your imagination try to make you what you wanted to be?
Because songs define our moments.