Epilogue on Tonight.

So now I want to roll back the years to my youth and dance with a young woman to the strains of Lord Huron singing Meet Me in the Woods, while the Chevy’s engine purrs idly on the blacktop, the water in the creek babbles without point or purpose, and the detritus of a million galaxies splashes the sky with a million milky spatters. Thank heaven it’s all an illusion (I think.)