Tonight as Clark was reading "Captain Underpants" to me, my mind began to drift away. Except it didn't feel like drifting. It felt like falling and hitting the floor, quickly, landing somewhere. Landing in a place from the past. For some reason, perhaps my very slight sunburn, I was suddenly remembering.
It was a park. It had trails and hills and tennis courts and those little stations with pull-up bars and instruction panels where you're supposed to do the exercises along the way and oh my goodness, I spent so much time there. It was all mine. I thought it was mine.
The funny thing isn't that I remembered this park, I could remember this park at any time. It was the WAY I remembered the park, like casually thinking back on what happened today.
Did it happen today?
Sometimes I think, we don't actually understand time at all.