Your shadow snuck up on me even though I know you're gone. I walk that block at night under emotions that flare stronger than the one street light. A breeze brushed my shoulder and I turned instinctively to chat with you. But you're not there. You were. You still are at night by my side...always.

My little girl, whose not so little, pleads with me to add songs to her playlist on my iPod. So I scramble through my library of songs I once loved, downloaded for free, and still sometimes cling to in order to find something "new" to her. She's now a fan of The Beatles and Ray Charles. I love that kid.