So here I sit, listening to Ray Charles sing Georgia on my mind and mulling over the events of a fortnight gone by. Do you ever sit still and have so many things swirl by your frontal lobe, and you see them and you understand them and they make perfect sense? But when you go to write them down, they're gone? Their memory is prominent and their meaning still significant, but the clarity that you just saw disappeared the moment that you wanted to pass that clarity on?
That's how I feel. I feel like I'm sitting under a tree on a warm sunny day in a big field. I can close my eyes and remember all those sights and sounds that were heard just before I came to sit here, but I can't pass them on to you. It's not that the moment was lost, it's just that there are no words to explain it to you so that you see it in the way that I really want you to. I want you to see exactly what I'm seeing and nothing less. It's like trying to describe the smell after a rainstorm without saying that it smells like after a rainstorm.
So I remain silent. And herein lies my dilemma. Sometimes the answers that are wanted are not so easily found and less simply put into words.
"Ain't about the singer... it's the song..."