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Do you ever associate music with a particular time in your life? Perhaps you associate it with a specific event?

Sometimes, when I listen to music, I associate a song with an imaginary situation because it seems so very fitting.

Right now, I'm listening to the song Going, Going, Gone by Stars. It's on their album called Nightsongs.

Picture a quiet winter night in the Adams Morgan neighborhood of Washington, D.C. Cars are parked along the street, and the sidewalks are covered with freshly fallen snow. The air is soft and quiet, clean houses line the view, and a single living room is lit by an antique lamp. Inside that living room is a woman in her mid-twenties, looking through a photo album of her mother's. Her mother passed away last week, and she has been spending every night since then mourning, imagining the life her mother lived and wishing for things that never had the chance to happen. She regrets the times she put her mother off for an engagement with friends or a late night at the office. But, what is there to do now but think about what could have been?

Watching her through the window, this song should be playing. "You're twenty-three, but how can that be? You're still hooked on cellophane, killing time with gin and lime. Each second numbs the pain," the song says, aptly channeling the poor girl's feelings. "I'm scared, but I'm OK," it continues.

Going, Going, Gone seems like such a perfect song for this situation.

Do you ever imagine situations for which a song would be appropriate?

And, then, the song quips, "All I see again is me everywhere."