Open your eyes

The cacophony of violins, drums, guitars, and other orchestral music crescendos into catharsis.

Open your eyes.

It moves me everytime I hear it. And everytime I listen to it I'm taken back to that night driving around Ithaca in the snow, gazing up at the stars, and driving just because we wanted to drive, without another care in the world. I could have spent all night out there under those stars - those stars that allow us to look into the past. Time travelers along the road of life.