I came to a realization the other day, while going home, as i crossed the bridge. My iPod is overflowing with music and i often load music with the intent of listening later. A punk rock song was just finishing and another song started. It was the right song, at the right time, at the right place. That doesn't happen all the time, but when it does, it feels perfect. So like a hand that grabs at that moment, i held on to it. Something precious, something treasured, and endearing. My grip tightens its hold but i already know, as i open my hand reluctantly, the moment is fleeting....