Catching My Breath

During lunchtime today in front of Penn Station there was a man playing a steel drum. Whenever I hear steel drums it reminds me of Disney World's Magic Kingdom.

All through the 70s there was a group of steel drums that played a few shows every day right across from the Swiss Family Treehouse. We usually caught at least one show each day whenever we were there, which was often.

I stopped for a moment to listen. I closed my eyes and could hear the music from the treehouse. I could hear the drums that play outside of the Tiki Room. I could hear the boats loading at the Jungle Cruise. I could hear the crowds all around me. For a few minutes my eyes stung; I was right there.

It never stops amazing me how certain songs, sounds, or smells can take me right back to a place and time. It is so powerful it can cause me to catch my breath.