I was sitting in the back of a coffee shop, power-proofreading a text for my job, totally in the zone for hours. I love this work. I flew through it.
Then a Shins song came on over the PA and sent me twirling away across memories from high school: roaring around the hills of Harford County in the Nimbus 1985 with Ceci and Hianta singing beside me; dressed up and dancing around my room, singing into hairbrushes; slinking around Bel Air with an ocarina, pie plates and a video camera.
Where was I? Where was I?