Night Moves
Music has a way of waking memories.
A familiar tune plays on the radio or pops
up next on a playlist and suddenly, you are transported…. to a place, to a
feeling…to a memory.
This week, I was driving home from Tulsa. It
was a cloudy day that appeared to be pregnant with rain.
Gray clouds, cooler breezes and the hum of
tires on the road had my mind drifting when “Night Moves” by Bob Seger crept
from the speakers. Its first guitar chords transported me back to 1976.
I was a junior at Sterling College in
Kansas. The college occupies the small farming town of sterling, situated in
the geographic center of Kansas. It surrounded by miles of flat land and field
after field of farmer’s crops.
The song was released in November. We had hung
up our pads and cleats for another completed football season. Fall was in the
air and cool breezes now replaced the hot Kansas winds that brought the smell
of wheat fields and harvest wafting across the campus.
AT night, we sat behind the dorm, listening
to music and talking. The edge of campus and our dorm lay next to a large field
often covered in wheat. We could see taillights of cars driving off for long
moments across the country roads that stretched out from the college.
It was then, that song came on the radio. We fell silent. The song seemed to strike a chord
within us. We were young. Summer was ending, and Autumn closing in.
“I woke last night to the
sound of thunder
how far off i sat and wondered
started humming a song from nineteen sixty two
isn’t it funny how the night moves
when just don’t seem to have as much to lose
strange how the night moves
with autumn closing in”
Music transports us. It
reminds us.
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