June 22, 2018
My husband and I had visited Cahokia Mounds that day and stayed until just after dark. The place was wonderful and made us both feel peaceful, happy, and oddly connected to something. It was that sort of vibe when you’re driving home and you’re grinning ear to ear. It just felt good. And the radio was playing good music. I knew all the words to the first song, and then the second. It felt really nice until my daughter texted (again) to see how much longer before we would be home. I had texted her when we left Cahokia with a time, and here she was asking me again so soon. And sure enough, the directions only showed about 15 minutes closer to home. I started to text her back and realized, it had been longer than 15 minutes since our previous text. It had been a little over an hour. Our distance between Cahokia Mounds and home did not reflect that amount of travel. My husband was also baffled. We tried to recall everything that happened over the past hour, but all we could remember were those two songs and how nice we felt. There are roughly 45 minutes that neither of us remember. And our vehicle either stopped or existed on a road turned treadmill, because no distance happened either.
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