Tonight's magic moment

was in the car, driving home at 11:30, listening to Snow Patrol's song, "Chocolate," a band and a tune that Sarah turned me on to. The air was cool, I put the windows down, and the music reminded me of all the passion and dreams I felt at sixteen--and still feel, at least at moments like that one, when I'm not working and not being a boss or a father or a partner or anything else, when it's just me, my thoughts, and the music.

Some will tell you to grow up, to abandon the dreams of youth, to let go of useless passions, to get over it all.

Screw them.

Cling tight to all of it, and never ever ever give up on any of it.