The cabin is a rental disaster.

The rain pounds on the tin roof

And seeps through cracked windows.

We hunker down on the lumpy couch

With the century old quilt on us,

Drinking hot toddies with graham crackers.

You pull up an ancient playlist

And suddenly there it is .

The forgotten song, the old memories.

“Oh no,” I say. “Please! No ear worms!”

You laugh and turn up the volume

And suddenly it’s warm in here

And we are back in time.