I was driving home last night about 12:30, with the top down and the light of a nearly full moon diffusing through a scrim of thin clouds. The air temperature was right where I like it, hovering just this side of being too chilly for shirt sleeves, the pleasant crispness that still signals to me that it’s time to get headed back to school, even though I’ve been finished with that chapter of my life for 20 years now. And this was on the radio:

Ahhh. These are the rare moments when I feel the most like the person I used to think I was supposed to be.