I’m not sure what caused it. Might be post Cubs victory euphoria, or the oldies radio station mix of Sinatra, Ella Fitzgerald, and Tony Bennett. My mind was drifting away with Roger Williams and “Autumn Leaves” as I pulled off I-91 in Connecticut. A pit stop for mind and body. I was returning home from a brief visit with my middle Brother, Billy, at the old family home on Long Island.
The sun broke through suddenly in what was an otherwise predominantly gray, rainy day.
I was caught in my own little twilight zone between past and present.