it is the little things…

it is the little things that get into your sub-conscience, smells and sounds bury tiny seeds into your mind. Locked away until triggered, then they sprout and grow, the sounds and smells bloom in day dream. A different perspective from the past rushes back into the present and overlay the juxtaposes current conditions, the process made me gasp, tears of emotion welled up and goose bumps sprouted all over. I shivered and was lost in the moment.