I still remember the
first time I heard this song. Sitting quietly on the backseat of a car,
overcome with so much emotion, and fighting away tears that were threatening to
spill out.
As I struggled to
look out of the window, to listen to the sounds outside, watch people pass by,
anything but listen to this soulful music, anything to prolong bursting out
into tears …
A strong hand reached out.
A gentle yet firm
hand clasped mine, entwining my feeble fingers, trying to invigorate and renew my
hope. I resisted the move first, but in my
desperate need, for a companion who understood
and enjoyed the song as much as I did, I surrendered.
I surrendered to the
music, to the hand, to the moment – and for a few minutes, I thought the music would
last forever. Or did I think the hand I was holding on to, with my dear life, would
remain forever?
The song was over in
a couple of minutes, the loving hand stayed on for a while…
And then the music ended.
