I had forgotten how it had been between us. But I could see she hadn’t forgotten. For just a moment, she made me remember it, too. For just that little piece of time, standing in a field in Hendon in the middle of the night, underneath the stars and the moonless sky, I remembered the taste of her. It was like a connection, a completed circuit linking the past to the present suddenly, unexpectedly, and for that instant I knew where I was but not when.
