Over 20 years ago, I spent Christmas break with my oldest brother in Chicago. The drive up from St. Louis was cold and long. But we had fun listening to all kinds of CDs and talking about anything and everything.
It’s a good memory. Coldplay had just come out with their debut, full album, Parachutes. It’s still their greatest record, IMO, but I always remembered the beautiful melancholy and hope of this song.
Sparks.
Amidst all of the noise sometimes this kind of song whips me back to mountaintops, forest walks, quiet summers as a kid, or a long drive in the winter frost, hanging out with my oldest brother.
It’s a love song but has that timeless, yearning thing that songs like this do.
I found a beautiful cover, performed by the band Wildwoods.