familiar sounds

Constantly, from all directions, shots go off, sound all around us. Shotguns went off when we smashed into the back of that truck. Joe Buck's voice in the background of our 2009 celebration. That wooden crack of Summer, followed by the firework's explosion later that night. The same playlist I use for all my Sunday "drives." Ray Charles while I'm peeling down the snowy mountainside all the way to my Kenny Chesney while I'm sitting on the beach. A couple short months later it's Winter and there isn't any more noise. Just a couple more cold moths until I hear that wooden crack again.