I was unafraid. The days were round and full and sweet. It was an era of golden light and gentle breezes, of falling asleep holding hands. No dread and no fear entered in. We did not have to practice our parts. For once I lived effortlessly, my mind as clean as a toothpick pulled from a fully baked cake, and there was no record, no history, no memory, no larger world to which I had to answer. I was free.
