I go in and out of phases of listening to music frequently, and I am currently coming out of a not listening phase and into a listening phase again... particularly with country music. It probably has something to do with a handful of songs that have come onto the radio that have really captured my heart. You know those kinds of songs. They start playing, and your face lights up with a smile and you hum along until you've learned all the words and can sing along.
I am not sure what it is about these three songs that made me fall in love with them. Each has a different theme... one is fun and upbeat, wild and spontaneous and asking a girl to go out with him, because he has a little bit of beer money... one is heartfelt and hopeful, honestly wondering how a girl could love a hard to love guy... one is reassuring and uplifting as it reassures that every storm runs out of rain. Perhaps it is the instrumentals, perhaps it is the lyrics, perhaps it is the deep country voices of the men singing. Whatever it is about them, it keeps me turning on the radio in the hopes one will come on. Yes, I have each on my ITunes, but there is something exciting about waiting anticipation for "your song" to start playing. A lighthearted kind of joy.
Usually in December my music turns towards the Christmas vein of things, however this year the first few days of December have been above 50 degrees, and Christmas just isn't in the air. I suppose that this is what the season must feel like in the southern states. Illinois, however, is not a southern state, and I want my biting winds, snow flurries and chilling cold. In January or February such things are not as welcome, but in December they are thrilling. Scarves, sweaters and hot chocolate don't have the same appeal when it feels like it should be Easter right around the corner...
The countdown in the upper right hand corner of my web browser says there are 23 days left. 23 days until I wake up at four in the morning and drag my suitcase out to the car. 23 days until my dad drops me off at the airport and I make my way through security to my terminal. 23 days until the plane takes off from Illinois and lands on the East Coast. 23 days until I walk out of that airport and see my Knight pull up to the curb to get me. 23 days until we are together again, for a glorious nine days. Twenty three days, 270 hours, 16,200 minutes.