This Moment, Forever Frozen
The year is 2006 in the month of August. Unbeknownst to either individual, a gateway gestates between two strangers – myself and a young man named Andy McKee who hails from my regional backyard in Topeka, Kansas. Sensate information flows between like psychic IP packets. Faculties form lilting landscapes of acoustical architecture.
Basking on a Hawaiian beach, I am splayed like some carrion’s care package while thousands of miles away fingers tap frets in a musical marriage of harp and guitar. I am soon awash, waves luxuriantly lapping, in water as warm and welcoming as a prenatal paradise. Boundaries are bridged over the clefs of bass and treble. Each footstep of note and scale follows its melodic road map traversing through time and space to the past, present, and future.
If now is the winter of our discontent, a solace is attained – this moment, forever frozen.
(/nod DougieOh)
