(Noah—the "cool breeze" comment of yours applies here.)

Today, a chilly breeze swept all around me as I walked out to the car. And then about my fifth step outside....

entry, recognition, retrieval, fire, fire, fire. Shudder.

All of a sudden old times burst at the seams and flood my brain. Wearing wind colorful windbreakers. And not specifics, just a time.

And Noah—I have betrayed myself. Remember that one story we talked about at McDonald's that one time, the ironic one, the phone one, the one with the guy smelling rain and remembering old times and deciding to save himself, and then the phone rings, and then he's gone?

Well, I haven't written it yet.

But....it's just I can't help but think that concept is so true.

You go through the monotony of daily life, and you get dulled by everything. But then at one instant, one thing—an incredibly little thing, usually—just floods your brain with remembrance. One thing, and... entry, recognition, retrieval, fire, fire, fire. Shudder.

Like cool breeze.

Like et ah!, like someone's eyes.

Like the smell of rain.




Know what I mean?