More groceries

Fragments, fragments and more fragments. As every night now seems to be, sleep time is filled with events and images, that I can only keep fragments of, if that. All that remains of last night was a grocery shop. I was shopping (looked like the local Sobey's actually) with A in the cart. I was paused at the spot where the wine store is, but instead it was something else. Something to do with music. And I heard a particular Kalen Porter song playing.

I woke up with the song still ringing in my ears...