Found in a bonbon tonight:

'Who invented King Arthur's Round Table?'
'Sir Cumference'.

'Hi, I've got a physio appointment after lunch so I'll be gone for the rest of the day if that's ok...'
I'm crawling in traffic, faced with a red light at every intersection - traffic lights are always red when you're in a hurry. My stress levels are at their peak, compounded by the suffocating humidity and heat. I look at the clock - I'm almost an hour late. I've got this feeling my friends will be packing when I get there. Punishment perhaps for lying to the boss. 'Shit,' I mutter, and stamp on the brakes as the car in front stops instead of going through the amber light. I wring the steering wheel in frustration.
I am close though, now, and as I drive on a hilly stretch of road I can see the ocean before me, the soft horizon blurring with the sky. Suddenly all worry is gone, my anxieties soothed. Everything is alright, whispers the breeze.
When I finally arrive, everyone is still there and the sun is still shining. I wait impatiently for the newly-applied sunscreen to dry and then run into the water. For the first time ever I try bodyboarding, and I have enormous fun riding along the crest of waves. She helps me tie the strap to my wrist. Sometimes, it's the littlest things.

'Hey,' comes the softly-spoken greeting, and then a light hand on my shoulder. I look up to see a man staring down at me, and I suddenly feel angry and confused for the intrusion. He notices this on my face and seems surprised. 'You don't remember me, do you?' he asks, slightly hurt. I pause a second longer, and then it clicks. It's David, my best friend from high school, who I haven't seen in almost ten years.
As is usual when two friends meet again after a long time apart, we have a lot, and very little, to talk about. 'This is my sister Hannah,' he motions to the pretty blonde girl next to him. I remember Hannah when she was a little girl running around the house, back in high school when I used to take the long train ride up north to David's house for video games and DVDs. David's still the same. The same intelligent blue eyes, the slight English accent, the meek smile and awkward hand gestures. His tone of voice seems to have changed slightly - harder and sharper, perhaps - and the years have made him, like myself, a tad bitter and disenchanted with the world.

We're both here tonight because of our common love for music. It was David, many years ago, who triggered my passion for music and movies and art. I remember the first CD he lent me, back then when all I listened to were easy-listening hits on the radio. We shared books and video cassette tapes, and trembled in excitement waiting for the original Star Wars films to be shown at the cinemas. We argued about movie plots and meanings, and I had a  secret goal to better him at creative writing and essays.
Now tonight we are at this bar for a free gig, waiting for our recent favourite band to come on stage. The significance of this is not lost on me. When the band finally plays it's magnificent - soaring melodies, melded guitar and ethereal voices. I turn to him in the midst of it all, and watching him, I find it all too hard to believe. High school was so long ago that now I'm not even sure I attended one, and I wonder if any of this is real.
When it's all over we step out onto the street, shake hands cordially and go our separate ways. I know, though, that our paths will cross again someday.

'Everything else catches up with you, and there’s just one thing left that you can do' - Fools' Gold, The Middle East

The weekend was surreal. It was like I was someone else, in another world, in another age.
I could feel the tug of some heady emotion, an overwhelming - and familiar - feeling that threatened to spill over the safety of borders. Some of it must have escaped, as I spent a restless night dreaming of the future and all its impossibilities.

You can't miss what you never had.