Six CDs in a Ziplock Bag

One of the greatest gifts I've ever recieved was as set of six mixed CDs from my friend Christie, the music guru. She delivered them to me around this time last year; I still keep them in the worn ziplock bag in a little compartment near the CD player in my car.

There is something about music that acts as a time caspule for my memories. When I listen to those CDs I think about the long drive up highway 5 I took to visit Joe last spring, making runs to Kinkos to print campaign materials during the summer and our honeymoon.

Today, the songs evoked vivid memories of our honeymoon in the southwest. Especially of Utah: