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Can I share a story from my life?

Oct 7 2026 | By: Cathy Benton

There is a story I have carried in my heart since sometime in the mid-1990s.

I remember a beautiful ride through the hills near Dillon Beach, California. The kind of road that seems to have been created simply to make you slow down and look around you.

The hills rolled gently toward the horizon, the air felt different somehow, and there was something almost dreamlike about being there.

But it was what happened as we approached the top of one particular curve that I have never forgotten.

As the road began to climb, I heard piano music.

Not music coming from a car.

Not music coming from a house.

It seemed to be coming from the hills themselves.

The notes floated toward us, swirling through the air as though the wind had learned how to play a piano. And as we rounded that curve and climbed higher, the music seemed to surround us.

It was beautiful.

Almost impossibly beautiful.

I was told that it was the music of Danny Wright, somehow being played there in that magical place.

And whether it was truly happening exactly as I remember it or whether my heart has added a little magic to the memory over all these years, I honestly don't know.

Maybe that doesn't matter.

Because in my mind, I can still feel that moment.

I can still hear the piano coming toward us as we climbed that hill.

And for just a little while, the world seemed to disappear.

There was only the road, the hills, the music...

and that extraordinary feeling of being carried away into a dream.

I have carried that moment with me for nearly thirty years.

And every time I think about it, I can feel the beauty of it all over again.

Sometimes a memory doesn't need to be explained.

Sometimes it simply needs to be remembered.

And tonight, as I think about that ride again, I find myself smiling through a tear.

Because somewhere in my heart, I am still there...

riding up that California hill,

listening to the piano swirl around me,

and believing, if only for a moment,

that I had somehow driven straight into a dream. ❤️

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