And I would run away
I would run away, yeah…, yeah
I would run away
I would run away with you

Cause I am falling in love with you
No never I’m never gonna stop
Falling in love with you

The Corrs  “Runaway”

I use music like a pyromaniac uses gasoline.  It’s a mood accelerant.  Sad?  I can be sadder in a flash.  Elated? Romantic? Hyper?  There’s a tune for just about everything.  Technological improvements, like the iPod I can’t quite master, caused me to misplace some of my favorite tunes. How appropriate it was that I found the loaded CD holder yesterday, the first of my 48 days of summer.  I popped in Runaway and was swept back nearly 20 years, late at night after all four chicken pox ridden children had finally collapsed, my lover and I falling into each other’s arms in the dim light, and slow dancing around the kitchen.  I don’t dance.  But I did.  And it felt so good that my mind captured it like the rare prize that it was, and beautifully stored it in sensurround. […]