The hands lose the ability to feel

Focus isn’t possible without spectacles

My heart thrusts through my chest

As my children escape from their mothers womb

A first date

A first birthday

The time I dropped the phone after hearing of my mother’s demise

Reciting my marriage vows in front of an unfriendly audience

Looking into the eyes of God and threatening it with destruction if it touched my offspring

Being alone in Somalia at 3 AM

These are just a few of my favorite things Mr Coltrane and hearing of yours wordlessly in squeaks and trills and sheets of sound

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