It's funny how memories work.
They don't just come at your bidding. At least, not at mine! Instead, they have to be enticed out. Coerced by something familiar: a sight, a sound... For me, it's usually smells. A human's sense of smell may be the least-developed of the five (or most devolved, depending on how you look at it), but it most certainly still works! I can't smell wood-smoke without thinking of bonfires in the backyard out in the country where I grew up. I can't smell a mossy, fishy bog without thinking of the creek I used to play in. In the summer, an early morning rain always reminds me of the cool, dew-wet mornings in nort