Bedtime.

Been on a nostalgia trip tonight, aided and abetted by Enya’s album Caribbean Blue.

1995: A special year in so many ways. So many memories. Marijuana and time shifts. Night rides in shabby trains. Wind and rain and a rare sense of connection. Spring snow and cratered ice. Big gains and a major loss. Coincidences little short of astonishing. Emotions as high as the flag in July. A girl called Sue and a guy called Stefan.

And what are memories but faded photographs in fractured frames?