Hello from Amsterdam. It's about one in the morning, early Monday. Everyone's asleep and I'm in the living room typing in the darkness, listening to George Michael's Cowboys and Angels.
I like this song. I remember first hearing it in the early mornings when dad would drive me to school. I was thirteen, maybe fourteen, and I'd be sprawled out half asleep in the back seat. For some reason or other, the deejay on the radio seemed to love this song, playing it most mornings. The first notes of the piano would break the silence as the song started out, and in the early light I'd stare out the window, and float through the journey to school.
I listen to it because it reminds me of that time with dad. The quiet of my heart in the morning. The pale blue sky. The simplicity of it all.