Becca
We were belting out the lyrics to U2’s entire album, All That You Can’t Leave Behind. We started with “Beautiful Day,” which it had been. From the moment we’d left campus, Blake had transformed my day. I didn’t question whether Blake would know the lyrics or whether he would have a CD of my favorite band. He’d said he was Irish. If he didn’t have at least one U2 album, I would call him an angry expat.
All That You Can’t Leave BehindI didn’t know if Blake picked the specific album because he knew the lyrics about finding beauty in a hopeless place would resonate with me, and I didn’t ask. I opened the car window all the way and sang louder, letting my hair blow in my face and feeling wild.
I’d lost track of where we’d driven, but at some point, we were at the top of Grizzly Peak, e
