The lilacs are blooming late in Michigan this year.
Once when I was in the 5th grade, I ran by the blooming lilac bushes in our back alley and immediately stopped. Catching a whiff of the sweet fragrant blooms, I was momentarily transported back in time. I have no sense of where and when, but felt startled by that vague yet seemingly familiar recollection.
Lilacs remind me
of another place and time,
and awaken me.
I haven’t felt that exact feeling again, but I do experience an odd sense of deja vu every Spring when the lilacs bloom.
Has this happened to you?