whirr

place

click

whirr

a short moment of spinning up, then the music began

She always liked this particular moment the most. The brief, brief second of having put a CD in the tray and pushing it in, hearing those first introductory notes. Each album had different starting points, different feels, and she knew them all by heart. Even the one with an extra moment of silence introduced by accident; its duration as intimately known as any combination of sounds

Of course, explaining this to the young ones was a futile effort. But every once in a while, she made an attempt. Like now