plinky prompt: create a playlist for the one you love.
Here In Your Arms by Hellogoodbye
“…i fell in love, in love with you suddenly, now there’s no place else i could be but here in your arms…”
If My Heart Was A House by Owl City
“…risk it all ’cause i’ll catch you if you fall, wherever you go if my heart was a house you’d be home…”
You Got What I Need by Joshua Radin
“…baby you, you got what i need. baby you, you got my sunshine…”
I suppose when I picture it it’s in Paris, France, on the corner of a wet, cobblestone street, surrounded by those little shops that make it so comfortable. I could go on and on about the interior of the cafe, but as for the delight of your ears, read on…
Coffee Shop
Is it too cliché to have Landon Pigg’s “Falling In Love at A Coffee Shop” playing at my little cafe? I suppose it is, but I love the song anyway.
Streetlight
Joshua Radin. Yes. Couldn’t be more perfect – I’d have every song he wrote playing in my little corner-cafe. He’s soothing, yet up-beat. His voice is so easy to listen to, but it’s clear and deep. His sound is so so perfect.
Ma Jeunesse
Carla Bruni sings in French, and that language is usually related in some way to cafes, at least to me (see top paragraph). Her sound is soft yet interesting, so I’d definitely include her in the playlist. I’m all about variety.
Everybody
Ingrid Michaelson is modern, quiet, inspiring, different, and easy-listening for sure. She’s just meant to be coffee-shop background.
Last week a close friend left the country for six months. Although helpless and uncomforted tears were shed, and I will miss him dearly, I understand that he will come back in due time. There may be no speeding the process, but knowing that there will come a time when he will return somehow comforts me.
Deadlines make life easier in a way, yet at the same time very intense. Have you ever been so excited about something that you got ready early so you’d have extra time, and then found yourself waiting a painfully long time because you were so early? This happens to me all the time. I seem to always have extra time – which I know is a good thing. Coming from the Northern mindset (always be 10 minutes early) rather than the sweet Southern mindset (allow your hosts 10 minutes extra time), I’ve always been on the early side, even when I try to be late. Either way, the point is that sometimes when waiting on something one has to be patient. In my case, not a day will go by that I do not think of this individual enjoying the extravagant pleasures of a foreign country, sightseeing the Holy Land, praying at the well-known Wailing Wall, and keeping busy in the routines of his job. Does he miss the Land of the Free? The Home of the Brave? Most likely, he doesn’t. He may miss his family, his old life, his friends, the party-life he left behind, but he most likely will not miss the country so much. Still, his life will continue, and so will mine, in peaceful yet excruciating anticipation. Month by month, week by week, day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute, a voice inside tells us the time is drawing closer and closer to the deadline. Somehow it’s unbearable: Each second ticking by only tells us there are millions more to go. Each day that passes looks small in comparison to the many months that will follow. We lose hope. Yet at the same time, that hope has a chance to grow if it is not extinguished altogether. If we feed that burning desire, allow the flame of anticipation to grow, we regain our hope. It will never be lost. Find peace and comfort knowing that the day will come, however slowly it seems. There will be an end to this misery of waiting. Waiting. Waiting. Always waiting on something.
“…I wish it were over,
we seem to never end.
Only get closer
to the point where I can take no more…”
(Closer - Joshua Radin)
M.fs
