Songs and afternoons

Don't you sometimes hear a song that stays with you all day, that you hum as you walk the grocery store aisle or ride the elevator at work (that almost blank space in time where nothing happens and no significant conversation occurs), a song whose words float in your head, whose melody affects not just the way you see the sunshine but how it makes you feel?  It's almost like being in your own story, in your own song.  It's almost like floating above the world and seeing things through someone else's eyes.  Or being in place that feels like it's floating on a pier, not quite fettered to earth. 

I love the end of that kind of day, with the song playing on my stereo, filling my house, the sun going down, golden on this early spring day, making even that tiny bird's shadow flicker and hop, knowing that as I fall asleep, long after the stars have opened like the tiniest flowers,  I'll hear the melody and it will float me into a quiet place, hopefully filled with beauty and love.