Reading something else, I came across this, and decided, what the hell, let’s listen:
That’s nice. Long, languid, a bit of a urgency, then easing back; fits a late-night mood.
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I didn’t know much about Traffic, so wasn’t really a fan, but my college therapist, N, was.
I remember her referring to “Stevie Winwood.”
Stevie. I knew “Steve Winwood,” who’d come out with a solo album in the ’80s. I had a copy, and must have mentioned it to her.
Huh, I just looked him up on YouTube, and one of the suggestions was for “Arc of a Diver.” I think that was the song she mentioned, described to me. I can still see her motioning her arm over.
That wasn’t my song, though.
It’s not that I was a huge Steve Winwood fan, but there was one night, at the Regent St Retreat, when “Higher Love” came on, and I just, I just danced.
In a time I mostly stumbled, this night, a regular week-day night, after work, I just danced, closing my eyes and wrapped in the glow of the dance floor lights.
I don’t know if I told N that—I told her so few good things—but wouldn’t it be nice if this was what I mentioned to N, that this is what prompted her to tell me about her own fondness for Stevie Winwood.
I’d like to think that this was something good that we shared.
AbsurdBeats 
I’m sure there were many good qualities that you two shared even if these things were never made explicit (practicing therapy is often like that), Winwood had that ukwhitesoul thing and hard to go wrong with a horn section, keep dancing…
There was very little good, back then, but thanks for the kindness.
if even in dwelling in worlds of deep hurt therapists are grateful for analysands with wit and a bit of poetry such rare qualities don’t go unnoticed or unappreciated.
sorry for my poor editing no need for the “if” above
so it goes with commenting thru a migraine.