Have you ever been walking through the store, the forest, the house and been so wrapped up in your own thoughts that your mental and emotional blocks slip a little bit? Have you ever noticed a taste, a whiff, or a sigh that snapped into like a freight train, whipping your head around in search of the phenomena? Have you ever smelled the scent of a long lost memory, not just a hint of perfumery but the entire person. That way the cologne mixed with their personal scent and the combination of things that made them into everything they are/were?
Know you are not alone. I, too, walk with memories that bombard my senses. But I don’t just gasp and walk away, I revel in them.