“Excuse me, I’m sorry to bother you, but don’t I know you? There’s just something about you…”
Kate Bush’s hauntingly beautiful song “Snowed In At Wheeler Street” charts the course of two lovers who keep finding and then losing each other again and again across different lifetimes—souls that are meant to be together but then keep being pulled apart again.
This essential something that passes between two people is at the heart of those inexplicable attachments and attractions that seem to defy time, place, circumstance, even reason… A name on a page that makes us stop and look again; the shape of a face or the shading of the eyes that draws us back for a longer look; the voice that speaks the secret language of the soul.
It matters little what role these transcendental lovers play in our lives, or how long they stay—perhaps no more than a fleeting moment, the purity of a love with no trajectory attached beyond the immediate satisfaction of body and soul. But the essential something remains, drawing together again and again those souls destined to find each other somehow, someway, always.