I lost it two and a half years ago. Today, I found it in an old coat pocket, buried at the bottom of a storage bag, along with a bus ticket.
I changed the battery and pressed play. It picked up where I left off the last time I used it on 8th October 2008, half way through Every Breath You Take. As I stood and listened, I thought of what my life was like, last time it’s music was in my ears.
A strange and beautiful, wonderfully nostalgic moment. A lot can happen in two and a half years.
Does life get more complicated the more of it we live, or do we just choose not to remember the complicated parts?
Music and good memories: two of the best simple pleasures.
For the gallery prompt: Simple Pleasures