I sat at the table waiting for my order to be ready. It came on the radio again, the second time I’d heard it that day. An earlier radio speaker, in the morning rain.

Hearing it this second time, I flashed forward fifteen years. One day in the early 2020s, I’ll hear it buried on a radio playlist, and think back to these days. Just as I do with these songs:

Which always reminds me of the early summer of 1990. Specifically, hearing it on the car radio in the Annapolis Valley. But of course, there are also the memories of dancing to it weekend nights in 1994.

This

reminds me of gardening in the summer of 1991.

and this

brings me back to that year, half-way down the aisle under the ‘fresh’ sign in this grocery store, looking back toward the camera’s viewpoint.

But while we’re at it, let’s keep in mind that this time next year, this:

will be twenty years ago.