In tune or not…

Wednesday early evening… the office uncommonly quiet. I am tired and ready to go home. In pain from new shoe induced blister in the back of my heel, I am wishing that I could magically be transported to the comforts and the warmth of my home. The thought of the tube crowd’s grumpy faces and what usually feels like an endless parade of different shades of gray is enough to have me stay a little longer talk a little bit more, when in the back of my mind all I can think about is what I will have for dinner. Z. will be coming home later, should I get him some food or will he be eating out? Hmmm, better get something healthy, the feeling that my body is expanding around the middle section is depressing me. I feel like I am running out of time. February is only around the corner and I need to be in shape by then… Motivation, and getting off my rounded behind will only do it… I am a person that doesn’t likes to diet; actually I despise diets and can’t follow them for long. But I can at the very least eat healthy and get moving…

It was the subtle whistling of She that brought me back to real time. The whistling soon turned into humming and before long the whole office (or rather what was left of the whole office) was partaking on some form of lyrical expression of the tune.
Frantically I was searching on my iTunes library, I was certain I had the song. No, can’t find it… must download it!

She Written by Charles Aznavour and Herbert Kretzmer

She may be the face I can't forget

The trace of pleasure or regret

Maybe my treasure or the price I have to pay

She may be the song that summer sings

May be the chill that autumn brings

May be a hundred different things

Within the measure of a day

She may be the beauty or the beast

May be the famine or the feast

May turn each day into a Heaven or a Hell

She may be the mirror of my dreams

A smile reflected in a stream

She may not be what she may seem Inside her shell....

She, who always seems so happy in a crowd

Whose eyes can be so private and so proud

No one's allowed to see them when they cry

She maybe the love that cannot hope to last

May come to me from shadows in the past

That I remember 'till the day I die

She maybe the reason I survive

The why and wherefore I'm alive

The one I care for through the rough and ready years

Me, I'll take the laughter and her tears

And make them all my souvenirs

For where she goes I've got to be

The meaning of my life is She....

She Oh, she....

Most of us remember it as one of the songs from the movie Notting Hill. Fun movie that one… Fairly unrealistic but loaded with feelings of anything is possible if we dare dream. My favorite scene of the movie is the “Oupsy daisies” bit when Hugh Grant is trying to jump over the fence of the private garden. We have such a garden in front of our new home and subliminally I have been trying to get Z. to perform live that scene, hasn’t happened yet. But I am not giving up hope…

With the song stuck in my head, silently humming as I walk to the tube station I feel empowered again. Funny, how some simple things unconsciously can change our perception and feelings. Music is a very powerful drug; it can magically transport us, no, not in my living room, but in a different dimension where physical pain doesn’t have a fitting. It can lift our spirits and make tired out bodies and steamy brains regain that extra bit of energy.
So hum away, whistle or sing if you wish lets change the feelings of the tube nation one note at the time…
La, lalalala lalalala la…