Timestruck
There’s a split second, after the ignition catches and the radio blasts out a loud loud song from high school, when time strikes—and you are effervescence, 17 again, drinking beer on a hot hot afternoon, barefoot friends and open tailgates ringing the swimming hole, heedless of potential or circumstance, you are fresh fresh, diving headfirst against the current, bubbles swirling up, you break the surface and you gasp, you gasp when you slip back into yourself, your stale-soda self, careworn and aware, fingers caught between the volume and the power button, your years pounding past, quick as teenage heartbeats.
Photo Credit: Aimanness Photography
So evocative, Myna. We have all heard that song on the radio and timeslipped into youth. Love your repetition.
I’m back in that swimming hole as if it happened yesterday….the work returned me to those turbulent, fragile adolescent years!
Outstanding.
Love “stale-soda self”