I drove Finn to the park yesterday and Learning to Fly by Tom Petty came on the radio and I asked him to close his eyes and try and really listen to the song. He did. At the stoplight I looked at his face and it was earnest and beautiful. I told him that this song was popular when I was in High school and it was going to outlive us all. I told him I've been singing it forever. I told him that one day he would walk into a bar somewhere and it would be blasting and he would not be able to stop moving his head up and down just a little bit. Cuz that's the way it goes. And that's what our parents give us. Tiny shreds of the future. The past unraveled in little bits.
Coming down is the hardest thing.