which is not to say that I yearn for that experience again but to comment on and observe the cyclical nature of emotions which we experience as humans. That the smell of spring rain combined with a certain bloom can stimulate the part of the brain that stores memories associated with the time. How the gradual rise in temperature brings with it cravings for specific music based on what is now, essentially, practiced habit. The mushrooms grow and the cicadas chirp, feeling the humid air and the fleeting essence of spring. A language lost but remembered well. Healed wounds well tended to. Interesting to experience these things, more interesting to retrospectively re-experience them through sensory associations recurrent with the changing seasons
