The very best songs? They are the kind that trigger old memories. Joeboy is singing about alcohol. I do not really listen to the words but something in the music draws me in. Suddenly it’s a cloudy evening, my favorite. I am back in boarding school looking at the house on a hill that is the only view. The darkness in the sky makes me happy. It is not night yet but everywhere is a black that is blue. I’m delighted with my toes that are white with the cold. I can almost feel the texture of my hoodie from back then. It is the blue one. It’s almost the colour of the sky in the middle and the colour of angry clouds on the sleeves. I don’t wear a shirt underneath. I’m cold but not so cold. I love it. Everyone is moving by so fast to get to where it is warm. I like it outside. I watch the water from the rain earlier run down the leaves. I watch the red flowers, I don’t know what they are called. The petals glimmer with bulbs of water.
I feel sad that I cannot go back.