Whenever I listen now to Van Morrison’s “Caravan,” I think of driving with Eli and Isaac in my pickup, the three of us chiming along with the horn section at the end of the song, dot dant, dot dant, dot dant, dot dant . . . their eyes shining and the two of them grinning at how we are silly but also harmonizing perfectly with the horns and each other, the sun streaming in through the dirty truck windows, and this fierce, delirious love in my chest.
turn it up
that’s enough
so you know
it’s got soul
