Flashes of Panic

One of my favorite copyeditors is leaving today. I signed a card earlier. (I never know what to sign, or where. Nobody else does either, from the looks of it.) There was a lot of buzzing and whispering, maybe giggling, in the hall near her office a few minutes ago, then just now a burst of laughter which released all the electricity and mystery.

Now playing: New Frontier from Hard Candy by Counting Crows