I heard “Sunshine on My Shoulders” over the speakers while sitting in some coffee gathering place last week. I was jolted into yesteryear.
Two days later, as a stranger passed by, the wind carried the aroma of a shampoo scent
hurriedly into my proboscis. I remember.
Both times I was transported back to the school cafeteria on Friday night, in 8th grade, dancing with her.
When was the last time that you were doing your daily whatever and one of your senses jerked your memory back into that “a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away” moments of recollection?
Little things have taught me a lot.