Driving this morning, the song Yellow by Coldplay came on the radio and I started to cry. This song is one of my favorite songs, despite Coldplay’s decline after their first album. It’s tied to so many memories (I remember the night about 10 years ago, I was so upset over something that I drove around aimlessly, ending up driving from LA to Vegas just to turn around and drive back again…10 hours round trip…listening to David Gray’s White Ladder and Coldplay’s Parachutes). Music has often expressed my emotions when I didn’t have words to. The song brought too many emotions to the surface and my cup spilled.
Then I remembered the poem I wrote about dreaming in yellow, and how last night’s dream was about how our entire world existed inside the equivalent of a puddle.