(Above: Roots and Tree Trunks by Vincent Van Gogh)
What is it about weather that evokes such a powerful emotional response when reflecting on the past?
The view out of the window of crispy leaves dancing in a sudden gust of warm, early-autumn wind. The late afternoon sun rays illuminating such a spectacle.
Falling asleep to the soft whisper of raindrops knocking on the roof and walls. Sometimes the rain would shout rather than whisper, but regardless of the tone, a feeling of total serenity ensued.
Playing with the dollhouse in the soft evening light of the Fall, the lamp providing just enough visual clarity so as not to disrupt the cozy and incredibly secure atmosphere of the room.
Waking to the crisp chill of the Winter air. An extra blanket is needed, yes, but the characteristic precursor to a new season is a welcome one–only increasing one’s sense of intimate security.
The soft blue evening light of autumn combined with the cozy glow of the living room lamps.
The gentle breeze tickling one’s face during the final days of summer.
The vast blanket of snow enveloping the surrounding environment.
The lush vegetation and its beautiful cycle of renewal through unique transitory phases.
The sound of birds chirping early in the morning, or of owls calling to each other in the night.
What is it about the natural world that evokes such strong feelings of nostalgia, producing and even stronger and more intimate connection to the memories which we hold so dear?