Reeling - In The Years 1994

Daniel didn’t know what that meant. But he knew the word reeling . It was in a song—the one his father used to hum while shaving, the one that played on the car radio when they drove to the lake house that wasn’t theirs anymore. Reeling in the years. Steely Dan. 1972. But his father had been fifteen in 1972, same as Daniel now, and that felt like a code.

He’d seen it once, late at night, when his father was asleep on the recliner and the TV was on mute. The bassist’s expression—a flicker of fear, maybe—had made Daniel’s chest tighten. It was the face of someone trying to hold time still, knowing it was already gone. reeling in the years 1994

Tom blinked slowly. “Hey yourself.” His voice was dry, frayed. “You find what you were looking for? On that tape?” Daniel didn’t know what that meant

That was the summer of 1994. The summer Daniel learned that some years don’t reel—they just end. And you don’t get to see the last frame coming. You only feel it, afterward, like a song you can’t stop humming, even when you’ve forgotten the words. Reeling in the years