OK, so it is the title of a Temptaions album. Which brings me to the subject at hand.

Music.

 It was hot that night. Really hot. In a temperature-barometer-summer kind of hot. A lot of us had gone to the Bluesboro for some company, liquor and music. Only in my case, the music comes first.

After a bit of dancing and while the whipped cream initiations were in full swing, I got a mudslide and wended my way through the crowd. The  patio had a ledge and a big opening where theoretically a screen or vinyl window should be. It was the only ventilation and access to whatever breeze there was.

I took my boots off and found a spot on the ledge. Hopping up, I grabbed my drink and leaned against the upright. The sultry summer night breeze wafted through. I lifted my hair  off my neck to cool down. Mudslide in hand, I leaned against the upright, closed my eyes and absorbed the sounds of Motown.

Instantly I was transported in my mind to a place in my past. The summer, the night, the music and to a guy I thought I loved. Maybe I did.

I sat there and soflty sung, 'Oooh, baby baby....' and went back to that beautiful time in my past.

And at that moment, life did not get any better than that.