Flash In The Brainpan

This morning I had one of my world-famous nostalgia flashes. One of those perfect moments where the weather, shade of light, an errant scent and time of day co-mingle in my mind to recall another time. Then, as quickly as it transports me, the moment passes, leaving me in the same mental state as someone just awoken, trying to recall the details of the dream they were just having.

I was approaching Vivo, thinking of nothing more than how delicious my coffee and toast were going to be. Then autumn, perfume and something undefinable hit me, and I was in late-April 2005, walking from Central to the old People Towers in Stockland House. A time when I didn’t really know my new co-workers, didn’t have my own desk, didn’t trust my friends, didn’t know what my future held. And it was cold.

Normally I enjoy the bittersweet sensation of those flashes, even when they prick. But this one…was somehow unsettling. I don’t even know why.