Ripple in time

A long time had past since that feeling brushed through my mind like an eerie autumn wind stirs the leaves on an empty street. The leaves move in various directions, the only pattern is that of chaos. Maybe it is better described as some sort of state of mind, a sensation that leads one off coarse. That is if another person has indeed experienced this strange feeling, which one surely has, as déjà vu is recognized as some sort of cognitive phenomenon experienced widely across the human race. This wasn’t déjà vu, it was something different. It happened for the second time in two days. I was crossing the street on the way to have dinner at a candlelit restaurant on the corner, when it occurred to me I did not know where I was. I don’t mean what street I was on, nor what part of town but rather, what part of the world I was in. The dimensional lapse lasted for about three seconds. Just as a mild panic set in, my wits came back to me and I remembered. Somewhere within the seconds that had passed, I had a feeling that I was in Canada, but I was in another part of the world.   It is a frightening feeling for certain. It resonates in my mind for hours, days, even months later. Really the feeling remains haunting me forever, like the faint conversation of a couple in the hotel room next door, just when they go to sleep, another sound down the hall will find me in the morning.

Punta Del Este, Uruguay, I am grateful it came back to me; I am elated to be here. Why my mind would mistake itself I may never know. Is there a scientific logic behind the reason? Perhaps even my soul, forgets where and when it is. It had been about four years since I had experienced this state, and now it had passed twice in two days. In the past a similar state of mind occurred, but always in the pitch black of my room. I would wake and have this terrible fright shutter through my being, I couldn’t figure out where I was, where in the world. I couldn’t grasp the universe. I lay floating in the nothing, as the moon laid its last impression on the darkness. I would search back and forth in a sweaty panic, and finally I would realize I was in my room over looking the plaza in Balneário Camboriu. This time it was different. It happened while I was wide-awake, as the sun in Uruguay rested down on me, as summer turned to autumn in the Southern Hemisphere. It was terrifyingly familiar, and slowly it settled in, and I realized that I recognized the enigmatic dark wind.