Creative minds need creative outlets. I can’t sing but I love listening to music and occasionally singing along, even if it sounds like a rabid goat caught in an electric fence. I often listen to music while I write because each song has an accompanying emotion that helps me channel the right emotion to put into words. Sometimes when I just can’t put into words how I’m feeling, I surround myself with the music that helps sing the symphony of my soul. I have the Bose speaker vibrating the walls in this little beach house tonight with a little bit of Lady A singing Can’t Take My Eyes Off You. I just can’t take my eyes off the beach and its beauty.
Tonight, as the final night of my beach vacation comes to a close, I am a little melancholy. The music changes to Bryan Adams crooning out the lyrics to Heaven and I think about how much this place feels like home. I am in my little piece of heaven on earth when I am in this tiny beach town. It has everything that I love–the small town feel, friendly people, and the beautiful water. I’ve talked to so many people this week who had always dreamed of living at the beach and most of them said they just took the risk and moved. The truth is that risk is risky and most of us don’t have the luxury to take that kind of a risk. I don’t. Not right now anyway. But maybe one day.
The music changes again to Home by Michael Buble’ and there is a part of me that is ready to get back home to my routine. Of all things, I miss my coffee pot. I love to wake up really early in the morning before the world wakes up and fix myself a hot cup of my favorite Community coffee, Pecan Praline. I top it off with a little bit of whipped cream and sip it while watching the morning news. Now that the weather is, hopefully, getting a little cooler, I will choose to sit outside some mornings. I also miss the big TV at home. It’s hard to believe how accustomed to a larger TV I have gotten, though it’s mainly because I can’t see the screen very well on a smaller TV. Home isn’t so bad, either. If I could just have the water in my backyard at home, I would be set.
Music takes my mind off taking the luggage down the flight of stairs tomorrow morning. This house is up off the ground, and while it’s lower than the newer houses out here, the stairs are enough to give you cardiac arrest. It doesn’t help that my suitcase weighs about the same as a small car and that doesn’t even count my makeup bag. It’s roughly the same weight as a husky toddler. I don’t know why I have to bring every possible lotion and potion with me when I travel. I bring Neosporin, itch cream, wrinkle cream, redness cream, plain lotion, scented lotion, sun lotion, make up, make up remover, face brightener, and the list goes on. It’s appropriate that I Need You by the Steel Woods is blaring out of the speaker. I need you, anti-dark spot cream and second can of hairspray.
Music soothes my soul when nothing else will. It transports me to another time and place, where dreams are possible and life is a little simpler. As I listen to the Lady Gaga version of Do I Love You, I have to say goodbye to the beach. The time has almost come to head north out of Gulf County, and as it does, I’ll be blasting a variety of music all the way home. My taste in music really has no boundaries and I love everything from hard rock to country to rap to the blues to pop to everything in between. Music bridges the gap from one place to another, much like it does one feeling to another. When you feel deeply like I do, you don’t just hear the lyrics, you absorb the energy of the music.
I close the night with John Michael Montgomery’s I Love the Way You Love Me. If the beach could sing, this would be the song it would sing for me. Instead, it only has the music of the waves and the sea gulls to offer me. But that sounds pretty alright with me.
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