I have no idea how I got home tonight. It’s a twenty-minute drive from my dance class back home and I don’t know how I got from there to here. I totally zoned out as I drove. A hundred things must have gone through my head as I drove, one thought or train of them blending into another. Before I knew it, I was slowing down to stop at the STOP sign at my street. And, for the life of me, I couldn’t tell you everything I was thinking about. I just let my mind roam, though I know that I thought about some important things, I drafted a story beginning or two, and I had thoughts that made me tear up.

Sometimes it’s nice to just let the train take you where it will, even if you never know how you got there or where you came from.