When you're in a certain pocket of a certain special place for the first time in a year — and have gone through so many yet-to-be-integrated shifts during this time— you jostle your unstable spine down the washiest boardiest road to a particular patch of rocks that you are emotionally attached to from last time, rub your butt and appendages over said friends, then compare your flailings (which are really the most organic summarizations of one's entire current self) to the exact last time you where here.
