This morning, it's as though my memory valve has spilt open. Driving around, listening to music—the perfect music for right then—stark and beautiful—and it's just one of those moods.

All of a sudden I'm remembering things. All sorts of things. Recent memories, old memories. Things that make me shiver. Shiver.

I drove past my old friend's house. I spent summers at daycare there when I was little; I was best friends with him. I have fallen apart from him though. I haven't seen him in a couple years.

He lives on this little hill cul-de-sac street off some major road. People don't go down that road unless they live there. In fact, as I was pulling in, someone waved to me. Expecting that I was a resident, maybe. New car.

And what surprised me most as I turned in is how short the street is. I remembered it being bigger. The hill, though, is dinky, and only eight houses live on it. My cul-de-sac holds eighteen houses. Maybe that's why I pictured it differently.

Anyways, driving down the hill, turning around, going up the hill—thirty second's worth of time—and my heart all of a sudden started beating very, very quickly. Just remembering. Looking at sights from my childhood. Sights I took for granted.

And then I left.

Recent memories, old memories. I don't know. Maybe it's bad to get in these moods?

Hmph.