Fifteen years ago, for almost two years Dave was studying for his master's in Victoria, and I was at home in Ottawa, still working. Did we have email? I don't think so because we used to talk on the phone sometimes (no cross-Canada deals on long distance) and write to each other often.
Partway through his time there, he discovered and sent me a lovely piece of music by Connie Kaldor. It made me cry to get it, and it made me happy, and since then, if it shows up on our various playlists, we always dance to it.
This is the place I would have embedded that song, "Love Letters" from her album "Vinyl Songbook", but two hours yesterday trying to follow even the this is how, stupid directions, and another hour today makes me feel unempowered and frustrated. I do not like this feeling. I am going to play "Love Letters" for myself.