Locations and Evocations

Even on an ordinary object, why does late day sun invigorate it? Is it evoking some emotion?

It is the time of day, the way the light streams at something, not so much the the things or places themselves that strike me. Dappled light through a tree onto a house, dripping rain on a street drain grate, a late sunlit cloud beyond a shadowed garage—maybe these stir a memory stored away for years, a vision from a window, maybe viewed at length while biding time for whatever reason. How personal are these? I feel the need to express them visually but wonder if, and believe that, maybe someone will feel the same sense of a past experience brought back.

The sound of a wood screen door slapping shut, the smell of summer sun on a freshly painted window sill, how chocolate tastes in the cold Winter air. All senses trigger these bits of time we filed under Misc. Bringing them back out for a second or two is a rush. They mean nothing much but everything as well.