When I was listening to "Autumn Leaves" this morning, I was transported back to when I was sitting on your lap and you were playing it for me on the piano. That moment seems to have crystallised in my memory like a fossil crystallised in amber. I see us both as if I were peering through a looking glass, standing in your living room. Everything is bathed in a soft golden hue, and at that point in time, it was just us two. Outside, the world kept moving; but inside, within those tender minutes, time stopped. There was too much love in that room... Too much love, and too much sorrow. It's too real of a memory for me to sit through.