Thinking of a Mister

 Waves came on, that song, "Waves," by Mr. Probz, while I was already in a mood. 

I'm in a mood. 

Often I sit and listen. I sit and listen to nothing; maybe this is meditation. 

Other times, maybe just as often, I sit and listen to music. This music is lyrically powerful. I listen to music with words that I love and voices I can sing along to. 

I used to wonder why sadness spawned more listening to sad songs. I used to. 

My face above the water - that is almost hopeful. 

My feet can't touch the ground. They can't? Nope, they couldn't. 

I'm thinking of someone who actually could have written the words. I'm thinking of him and his loved ones right now. 

We have a loved one in common and now I'm thinking of how grateful I should be. I'm grateful for his compassion and his patience. I admire his strength and devotion. I love his ambition and persistence. 

I'm thinking of this man who felt like the waves were pulling against him and how he just couldn't swim anymore. 

RIP A.