Precious, and rare, and fleeting

Today I felt it again. Real, awake. Not dissociated. Normal. It was quite beautiful; I was walking home from college and listening to Kathleen Edwards, and suddenly I was here, part of this world again. Normality never forgets me completely; it visits occasionally, and even though I don't crave it the way I used to, I welcome it when it drifts back towards me. But it's rare, so I hang onto it as much as I can, knowing that it's not going to last long, but that it will come back to me soon.