Crickets and moonlight

I heard crickets.
It was this year but for a moment it was 1999. I couldn't explain it. I recognized the place I was in, the people I was with. Then I realized I didn't know any of them. I was not home, yet for a moment it felt like home. A home. My possible home.
Where am I?
I was in the moment. Completely in the moment. Dangerously in the moment. For I quickly discarded what happened only minutes ago. Then I remembered. But it didn't matter because I was in the moment.
And the moment happened quickly and slowly all at once. Very slowly.
The sound of crickets returned. Brought me back into the moment.
Now, night and dark was all I saw. The ground was a wave at 40, one which I could control yet at any moment lose it all like a wild horse that obeyed not rider. Beware, I thought, of the the lights. They are dangerous.
I treaded lightly as I could back to safety. Relief came over me as I lay down. Wide awake yet not seeing what was in front of me. Moonlight was all I saw and the moment was all that mattered.