So I've been having this thing lately, where weather conditions or smells or some such thing are causing me to experience moments of Déjà Vu. Where I feel like I'm someplace else - to wit:
Couple of weeks ago, walking to my car it was early morning and warm, smelled like spring outside, the sun was shining brightly through what little greenery there is and it felt like Madison. That same week I walked outside on another warm and sunny morning, my car was parked far away and it felt like my morning walk to grade school.
A week or so ago, I walked outside, I was downtown, the air smelling of food and paint, it was sunny but cool and I was inadequately dressed for the temperature and it felt like Prague.
Just now, just this very minute I walked out onto my porch - the sky a diffused opalescent shade of blue, cold with my ankles exposed and it felt like Whitewater.
This keeps happening lately and I'm not sure why. It's been kind of weird, kind of comforting, and kind of sad all at the same time.
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Yeah, I know what you mean. This place tastes like Christmas.
Trippy.
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