Walking outside this morning after the long rain last night, I caught a sudden whiff of the ocean, of salty air, of fish. Yet we are hours away from the sea. One moment, one smell on the damp air, and I was there at the ocean on a rainy morning.
Hearing “Summer of ’69” by Bryan Adams instantly takes me back to my senior year of high school, when I was in my very first band with some high school mates. We practiced for weeks, had one gig at a birthday party, and then I had to get my wisdom teeth out and go to college.
Waking up in the dark for any reason instantly puts me back to my childhood vacations, when Dad would pick us up out of bed at 2 or 3 in the morning and carry us to the car where we could continue sleeping (or not :)) in the back of the station wagon till morning.
I am a forward looking person usually; I love planning and looking ahead to the adventures still in store. But these little instantaneous transports are amazing, and I look forward to the times in my future when some smell or sound or sight will take me back. Slainte, Lisa