In August 1988, the salt air thinned, and the sun set a little sooner each day. My friend and I were vacationing at the South Carolina shore. Soon, college would begin, and everything would change.
The magic date of 8/8/88 came, and we tried to convince ourselves we were living an important moment, one we would always remember.
Maybe we were right.
A couple days later, we faced 14 hours of driving back to Pennsylvania in my father's work car which had no air conditioning. I wasn't in a hurry. We explored the back roads and tobacco fields of the Carolinas. We explored secret fields in the hills of Virginia.
I was searching for something back then. I see glimmers of it in the photographs I still have.
But I'm better prepared now. The places underneath the surface, the places nestled between here and there, are not beyond reach.
It's not so hard to step inside the dream.