A familiar Feeling
It shows up abruptly, interfering like a long-time colleague who never genuinely cleared out. A comforting but frightening sense of nature, comparative to déjà vu but more significant, like reviewing a dream you never experienced. A whisper of something already known but never totally caught on, it lies within the chest some place between yearning and sentimentality.
There are times when the scent of rain on warmed asphalt inspires recollections of carefree evenings went through as a adolescent, chuckling unreservedly and with uncovered feet. Some of the time it's the phantom of a discourse that never completely finished, or the calm in a put where somebody once was. It remains in music merely as it were ambiguously review, within the way a stranger's voice might sound like somebody you knew, or within the way a touch that isn't modern but isn't later either makes your heart race.
A commonplace feeling may be a tranquil affirmation of something that has long existed inside of you; it is not one or the other bliss nor distress. It can be despondency that never truly went absent, essentially relaxed on the edges, or adore that all of a sudden returns. Your body may review some time recently your intellect does, or it may be the consolation of continuing an ancient propensity or the fervor of seeking after a dream you once gave up.
Indeed whereas you will not continuously be aware of its root, you're mindful that it is yours. And maybe, just possibly, you're too a portion of it.