Transported

Spent the day visiting my past: the apartment where I lived when Christopher was kidnapped, the place I lived when Seth was born, the park where I had Seth's third birthday party, the walk I took on Thanksgiving Day before going home to finish a big research paper.

At the end of the day, coming home, we ran into some dancers in feathers and sequins and jewels (see Sue's blip), and the music, and the audience, was entirely present. This moment. Now. How intensely we live inside our own feelings, our own minds.