It’s a Thursday morning, sitting at my desk, looking at a work day spent writing. Some four to five hours. I often work with music on, and as I’m on a great One Ok Rock binge, their song Hard to Love comes on and nostalgia sets in.
You know they hit the lyrics right when they have your mind wandering on a trip. This song has me thinking of my Dad. My Dad remains this great mysterious man in my memory. I can only imagine what he thought of me, as he died when I was too young to comprehend much about life. I often imagine he’d have given me advice like in this song when I think of him.
A hard-working man, who loved his family and did what he could to create a future for us. This picture is different depending with who you talk to, but for me, it really never changes. In my memory, he is firmly a super hero who I know I will always look up to.
Full of nostalgia feels, magic hour takes over as I plan the next part of a story taking shape. The beauty of fiction is that it can take you places you never expected to be.