The Music of Memory
There’s a sound track that plays in the background of our lives…
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I often hear music in my dreams.
It drifts in quietly, unexpectedly…
Memories come through a song, a scent, or the light of a magical hour—It carries us back to places we thought we’d left behind, unlocking doors to moments that have shaped us.
Music has that kind of magic—It sneaks into your soul and plants itself there, a time capsule waiting to be opened.
The smell of salt air on a windy day pulls me to the beach of my childhood, bare feet in the sand, my hair tangled from the ocean breeze. Lavender and rose remind me of the garden I built with my own hands, a place of quiet healing when my heart needed it most… The faint whiff of strong coffee early in the morning reminds me of long talks with friends—those soul-filling exchanges where nothing is held back… or judged.