It’s hard not to see the good in most people that you know.
No matter how many wrongs suffered, there’s always the tiny glint of the old person you knew, that shines through, like someone running through a forest, just a brief flash.
Then, within seconds, it’s gone again and reality comes back as sure as the lights go out.
I wonder if these people ever realise what I just saw in them?
How can a person that differs from their former self, not see it too?
I wonder if others see me in this way?
Have I changed that much?
It could be a word or a mannerism, a song or a smell, but something turns on the proverbial light switch and the person is back, just as I remember them in my mind’s eye.
It never lasts and it leaves me wondering if it will ever come around again?
Music, I suspect, has the same effect on me as it does millions of you?
I associate tunes with time periods, events, experiences, etc.
The intro or the full tune, takes me instantly back to where I was when I used to hear the tune regularly, on TV or radio.
It takes me to a place I worked, people I knew, events I witnessed.
For three minutes, I’m there, bold as brass, back with the old crew or back with the family, living free, happy, smiling, laughing, without a care in the world.
I’m happy to let it take over my mind, live in a memory, even if only for a few seconds.
I find myself smiling to myself whilst it plays, I’m transported back and all the hopes and dreams, the carefree times return, I’m in the zone as it were.
Then as soon as the tune comes to an end, I think to myself, I’ll listen again to that tune later in the day.
I never do.
I cannot remember what tune it was.
I know a tune’s there in my mind somewhere, but can I remember it? Not a chance.
The harsh realities of life have taken over again and it’s wiped from my memory, until the next time I hear the tune, then the process will repeat itself.
So if you see me (or anyone else for that matter) smiling like a tit in the supermarket frozen food aisle, or the street, or in a queue somewhere, stop and think.
They are having a moment, just as I do.
I wonder where they’ve gone to?