Crossroads

given the option, to pass and look back at goals I've missed

I'm sitting here in my room, listening to Kings of Convenience in this rainy weather. The cold, the wet, the music reminds me of Aarhus and suddenly I am making my way up Skejbyvaenge, heading back home, with the wind in my face. I feel the crisp air rush up my nostrils and its sharpness makes me feel, alive. I am back at last night's concert again, listening to the same music but this time clearer and it all seems so surreal. Suddenly, the moment whispers softly in my ear, "whoah whoah whoah, I can never belong to you" and the past reclaims what is rightfully his.