It’s date night and you’re like “dinner and a movie? What am I, trying to get to second base?” And suddenly you’re in high school again, borrowing a dress shirt from a buddy, and being coached by another buddy on how to be cool, and being chastised by a third buddy because he thinks the girl you’re chasing sucks, and why the Hell would anybody be nervous about a date with her? And you reflect again on how, with but a few words, the man you are can summon the boy you were, and you can simultaneously be and not be him. And you’re staggered by the wonder of the journey of life. And something in you hums. Because it’s date night.