It Too Late

I have a playlist called Delta Avenue. I add and subtract from it. Delta Avenue is where I lived as a kid. The theme of the playlist is songs I heard in the backseat of my parents car.

The cars could’ve been a station wagon with wood on the side, a behemoth Monte Carlo or a Volkswagen hatchback.

Here is a song that I particularly loved. The group is the Cornelius Brothers and sister Rose. This song especially hits home right now as we just signed on to be moving to Seattle.

And it’s too late to turn back now.

One response to “It Too Late”

  1. vermavkv Avatar

    This is such a beautifully nostalgic piece—Delta Avenue feels less like a playlist and more like a living memory.

    I love how you’ve captured those quiet, intimate moments of childhood—the backseat rides, the changing cars, the music that unknowingly shaped you. There’s something deeply touching about how a simple song can carry so much history and emotion across time.

I would love to hear you opinion as well

I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.

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