Blasted

I was sitting at my desk at work when something crossed my mind. At the time, my mind was blank as I shifted from one task to another. I can multitask, but I don't do it too often because that's just not the way my mind works. So my blank mind must've had some other thought go through it, like an actor dashing from one wing to the other, in full view of the audience, when he realizes his entrance is supposed to be from stage left instead of stage right. It was a thought of Louisiana, and I then spent a couple of minutes caught in a blast of nostalgia.

I went shooting down Memory Lane at high speed, accompanied by an extreme longing to be back down there volunteering. I don't know why that happened, but as fast as it started, it was over again.

Immediately thereafter, my thoughts shifted back to the things I needed to do at work, and I quickly forgot what had happened. After work, the memory of what happened came back. I still don't know what that experience meant.