falling & reflection

I was in an elevator with several other people. Instead of simply moving up and down between floors, the lift veered sideways, shooting left and right erratically. Finally, it hurtled down, rushing toward the ground. We were not sure if we were going to die. Just before hitting the ground, the elevator braked and we all emerged, shaken but unhurt.
Next, my good friend A and I were walking through a building toward the exit door, in the city of Newcastle. Outside, night was falling. The sky was the wonderful periwinkle blue of twilight. We were carrying folders and books under our arms and were dressed for business. I understood somehow that we were on the board for an organisation of interest and that we were also visiting Sydney. As we walked together to our meeting, we reflected on how twenty years earlier we had walked together through the streets of Sydney wearing our comfortable dancing clothes, carrying our books, when we were students together.