The scent of taste.

The fiery tingle in my mouth signals the spice has touched my taste. Such flavor tied to long-past memories skips across my tongue as if to speak these dark remembrances. The first of many sensory reminders, reasons for return; rejuvenation through sight and sound and touch and taste. Proceeding forward with an eye in the rear view, it's hard not to grow distracted by reminiscence. Let the past inform the present, and go out into the new. The amorphous expanse of current life has room enough to grow, so long as the edges remain just slightly out of view.