“One minute, my thoughts are all there like a million-lane highway where I was just switching from one lane to the next. From driving to saying goodbye to Sydney to cataloging the steps to replace the broken bike chain… and then the highway was gone. And it was like I was in a field. Except I wasn’t, I was in the garage. But I felt warmth like I was in the sun. There were goose bumps on my skin like from a breeze.”
