Music has a way of invading a moment, becoming intertwined with a memory, forever serving as its soundtrack. Driving home from a day in the city with A; slightly buzzed from the too-late-in-the-day coffees we grabbed at the Stumptown in front of the Ace Hotel before heading home. On the way home, the sunset stretches across the horizon — the skyline behind us, the mountains before us. We have another hour of light thanks to the long summer evenings. The headlights pass quickly; the crisp Fa...
