Insight into my mood:

Date: Thu, 17 Sep 2009 00:44:07 -0700
Subject: Fall is coming
From: St├ęphane Charette <stephanecharette@gmail.com>
To: Nadine Benoit <...>

As I work late through the night (6 or 7 nights per week I work late) I normally have my music playing. Sometimes, like tonight, when the songs play just right on my mp3 player, I think of you. :) Generally, if I get several Kate Bush songs intermixed with Peter Gabriel, it brings me back to those nights in the late 80s, early 90s, when we used to spend a lot of time together.

We're no longer in our teens, but...? How -- when? -- did we get older? I don't feel like I'm 20. Or 30. Or 40. I feel like I'm still 18 or so, driving around in my parent's VW rabbit, or the minivan I used to take up to Algonquin.

You, in my mind, will always be in that bedroom upstairs where your father and step-mom lived. Most of the time, you'd talk about your family in Sweden, the trips you made, or were planning on making. And we'd listen to Kate Bush.

I don't regret my life, my wife, my kids, my house, my choice to live in an absolutely gorgeous region of Canada/BC. But I regret that we couldn't all stay young and carefree and closer to the old Algonquin, the old Monster Lake, the old gang, the old stomping grounds. Maybe that's what make us old.

Hope you and your family are doing well, Nadine. The music has me feeling nostalgic tonight, but I have a grin on my face as I type this e-mail, remembering the old days.

Time for me to get back to work...

Best regards,

St├ęphane


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