In the key that our souls were singing.
As we danced in the night,
Remember how the stars stole the night away
Ba de ya - say do you remember
Ba de ya - dancing in September
Ba de ya - never was a cloudy day"
--old Earth, Wind and Fire song
I loved that cinematic way, during my college days, that I could engage in a form of teleportation. Somehow I'd leave the humdrum world of dorm rooms and classes called Architecture Lecture, and instead instantly transport to
a place where even the stars conspired for things that seemed to me to be destiny.
A drive between rural towns in the dark became an enchanted garden of deep conversation. A huge rock transplanted to the end of a hilly driveway transmuted into a windswept perch for shared affection. A simple state park turned into a mountain vista for viewing the entire world. I'll grant you that my mind works in cliche, but sometimes one can live such nice cliches.
So many times folks around me seemed to live in cliches I didn't understand--bleach-blonde, chain-smoking cliches, in which beer kegs and frat boys seemed to hold sway. But I treasured my own cliches. The independent bookstore down on Dickson Street where I could find paperbacks of novels like Tolstoi's Resurrection. The nearly-empty club where bands with names like Neon Fish imagined they were sharing in the "new wave" because they could play Cars covers. The classes which challenged my assumptions, and the classes in which I soon reached the assumption that I barely knew anything at all.
Those were days when a deep discussion was worth more than
almost anything. Those were days when two in the morning at an IHOP was fairly ubiquitous,and not at all tiring. Those were days of hundreds of miles driven in the dark with a dear friend, to the sounds of "Young Americans" and "Station to Station".
At my college town, Fayetteville, Arkansas, there stood a little building in which the first ATM machine was housed.
Maybe it was the ATM machines that spread and took the teleportation devices away. When I write now about Heaven and stars and teleportation, it's only a memory. But then I knew what they meant.