Wild Horses- The Sundays
I’m peaking out through the glass door of the apartment building my mom was living in at the time. I can see the bright red car and long blue canoe strapped to the top of the car making it’s way up the hill.
I jump in my dad’s car, I can smell his double-double Tim Horton’s coffee and to no surprise, my hot chocolate is awaiting me, along with a Boston cream donut on the dash.
I hit number 12 on the CD player- Wild Horses by the Sundays. I can still to this day listen to this song and go right back to the moments of driving with my dad and just completely zoned into the song. I felt free from the hard moments that surrounded me. Arm out the window feeling the cool air between my fingers, feeling so light almost as if I were flying.
Weekends were always the best, If my dad didn’t have me at the pond fishing we were probably at the park or out in the sailboat cruising the Halifax Harbour. I can still smell the salt water when walking downtown on the boardwalk, and the delicious smelling seafood cooking nearby, along with fresh waffle cones baking at Moo’s Moo’s ice cream. Yes I know, sounds terrible but it’s home to me!
The memories are so clear to me, I hope to never let them fade away in the back on my head getting lost in the bad ones. Because what good really comes from thinking of the bad times in your past, focus on the happy ones and you will never lose sight of them.
The red car and blue canoe.