Certain scents hold sway over me. The smell of cinnamon, for example, propels me back in time to where I hover just outside my childhood home's kitchen in wait of my mom’s proclamation that her heavenly cinnamon rolls are ready to eat.
It’s not only scents that have this power over me. Certain songs, too, yank me straight out of now, depositing me firmly—as long as their strains whisper their magic in my ears—in times and places that would, without music, be strictly memory.1. “Over the Rainbow” by Brother Israel
I walk up to my mom’s house and see that she’s out working in her yard. I greet her, give her a hug and tell her I have to “powder my nose,” but that I’ll be right back.
When I step back outside, my mom is smiling while explaining to a passing stranger, “My daughters introduced it to me. Isn’t it so hopeful? When I listen to it, I feel like anything is possible.” I stop and savor the moment from the porch, unwitting to the fact that a song already much beloved by me will someday be one of two roads that lead me to a place where I again stand in my mom’s presence.
2. “Mad World” by Gary Jules
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