Camilla & I are driving my mom’s old station wagon through my old neighborhood. We’re going fast. We pass my old house. I am showing her around.

Suddenly I realize that it’s really, really dark outside, but just as I notice this all the streetlamps above us flash on, blindingly bright, like giant spotlights, flooding the streets & the inside of the car with beautiful white light, blurring the details around us, so bright that it’s almost tangible. Camilla’s face glows & shimmers & sparkles like some supernatural thing, & the light in her hair looks like an angel’s halo. “Look at our faces!” I say to her. “Isn’t this amazing?” She replies blankly: “No.”