This reminds me very much of the work of Garrison Keillor. It's thoughtful, touching and often humorous in small ways, in the little hopes and dreams we all secretly cherish. All our human foolishness, recitude and romanticism. Sometimes the thought of love is a powerful force that drives us to take certain side streets, shop in certain stores, and maybe wear a certain hat in hopes of storybook endings. Sometimes we recompense our loneliness by making our lives good literature. I realize I'm rambling but I did love this piece, and I would love to listen to this while battling Atlanta traffic in the afternoons.