From 337c9a5ecb9774ac35bab3d015cb862b0d9fe2a8 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Elliott Pardee Date: Wed, 25 Dec 2019 06:31:59 -0500 Subject: [PATCH] Update 2017-04-17-just-a-memory.md --- _posts/2017-04-17-just-a-memory.md | 2 +- 1 file changed, 1 insertion(+), 1 deletion(-) diff --git a/_posts/2017-04-17-just-a-memory.md b/_posts/2017-04-17-just-a-memory.md index b8c7be5..6a094fb 100755 --- a/_posts/2017-04-17-just-a-memory.md +++ b/_posts/2017-04-17-just-a-memory.md @@ -4,7 +4,7 @@ title: "Just a Memory" date: 2017-04-17 comments: true external-url: -categories: "The Archive" +categories: Archives --- Listening to The Specktators (well, *Packy*) right now. It makes me think of the times I'd walk to the bus stop every morning to go to school, muting out the noise of the world, enjoying the beat and the message. Feeling the 60 degree weather, just that perfect temperature that isn't too cold nor too hot. Not even worrying about the future, worrying about the past. Just living in the moment, here with my music. Once I'd get to the bus stop, I'd take my headphones off to talk to a couple friends until the bus arrived. Exchanging greetings with the bus driver, who I felt like I had a decent connection to, then sitting down and resuming the soundtrack to that part of my life. Watching the houses and trees pass by on the ride to school, still living in the moment. Only for the bus to arrive, forcing my soundtrack to come to a pause and for me to resume working on something I would eventually drop entirely.