what is it about some events that sears them into your memory? they remain vivid and alive for years - feelings emotions scents sounds the way the light was falling the touch of the wind - all returning in an instant. where other memories, equally as precious, if not more so, seem to fade or only return with effort.

the wind is trying to fill the vast openness. it's cold, freezing; the snow falls steadily.

and remembering other times you've remembered, echoes of memories, making other events stand out not for their own sake but because of something entirely unconnected.

the air in this small room is still and warm, almost to the point of being stifling. the green of the trees outside the window seems almost unreal, because in my mind there is snow on the ground.

how? or perhaps more importantly, why?