And as the days began to grow shorter, the air a bit crisper, and the trees a touch more colorful, the boy began to make his annual vacation plans.
It was not the same as it had been in his younger days, of course. What with having a job and a so-called ‘grown up’ life, he had a little less time than he might’ve liked. It was no longer a place he could go for the entire 31 days.
But the month was inflexible in its length and time was only relative - so 31 days it would be. He would aim to leave just after midnight on the 1st and only truly return the following 1st. His friends, companions, co-workers, etc would just have to understand.
In his bag, he packed books. Having been building his stack for the year previous, he felt confident in the collection. They were:
Perhaps he would not get to all of them. In fact, that was quite likely. But he always liked to be prepared. And although there were still weeks to go, his bag was packed, his tickets purchased.
And the boy went to sleep that night with a smile as the wind whispered through the window, sending dreams of his destination: The October Country.
U2, “The Miracle (Of Joey Ramone)”
I’ll stake a claim that this is one of the best U2 songs written this century. That chorus is both immensely personal and entirely universal - haven’t we all heard a song that made sense out of the world? That was, when we first heard it and it changed our world, the most beautiful sound we’d ever heard? I know I have. This song makes me think of not that song, but that moment.