The when is a great mystery. I never know when it will hit: that feeling of my grandmother’s bafflement if she could be here now, having missed the last 40 years of unremarkable day-to-day changes that have, somehow, added up to a remarkably new world.
The what is obvious: I always know what has provoked the feeling. This time, it was this sign on the Windsor waterfront.
I expect it’s my subconscious, using this mechanism to get me to pay attention, to spark my sense of wonder.
But it feels like my grandmother.