The words, “because the sky is blue, it makes me saaaaaaaad….” float over a lilting melody song by The Beatles. These days they permeate the aisles of Duane Reade
While standing in front of the magazine section, thoughts of slow dancing with one of the handsomest boys at a high school dance occupied my mind.
How strange it is to listen to tunes of the past while getting our nails done or waiting on line at Trader Joe’s. Back then our hormones were running amok while we dreamed of our futures. Today, we’re occupied with making ends meet and what to cook for dinner.
Who’d have thought music that accompanied our youth as we drove out to Rockaway or hung out at the Pizza Prince, would someday be heard during the hum drum of our 9-5 activities. It almost seems sacrilegious to hear Pink Floyd’s “Breath” while waiting to pick up a prescription for Zoloft in Rite Aid. Back in the day, we sat and pondered the words
Breathe, breathe in the air.
Don’t be afraid to care.
Leave but don’t leave me.
Look around and choose your own ground.
Long you live and high you fly
And smiles you’ll give and tears you’ll cry
And all you touch and all you see
Is all your life will ever be.
Run, rabbit run.
Dig that hole, forget the sun,
And when at last the work is done
Don’t sit down it’s time to dig another one.
For long you live and high you fly
But only if you ride the tide
And balanced on the biggest wave
You race towards an early grave.
At least our thoughts can drift back to those youthful moments even though I’ve been waiting on line for how long?
Today, we’re on the other side of the looking glass.