James Taylor didn't explode onto the charts for nothing, nor rack up a string of timeless classic hits for lack of talent, and I could have picked any number of his works today; there's only about a dozen in constant rotation in the playlist in my head. But the chorus of this one is not only topical this month, but special to me for other reasons: it's a vocal reminder of the fact that nothing cures a bad break-up like finding someone better was waiting just beyond today's horizon, and trading up is always the triumph of hope over experience.
This track, that snuck onto the charts for about 15 seconds forty years ago, popped into my head this morning, unbidden, as I walked out of the hospital and into the morning sun. I haven't heard it in about that long, but on YouTube, everything lives forever. Just symbolic of the idea that the heavens aren't done with us yet.