The song came clearly on the breeze. That soft breeze you get in the tropics that brushes away the heat and humidity just enough.

You can hear it now, pitifully meandering up and down the scale as though it’s lost something and struggles to find it.

And you are taken away, to another time, in another place, where you heard it before. You were much younger then and you knew then, you would come to this.

A lonely beach, across the seas, so in the love that the song describes. Undulating and intense. Lost, yet found.

And you cry again.