Am I the only one who scrolls of the moments from the memory categorising only those which fit for a particular sunlight at about 5ish in the evening?

i go home from school

i buy beer at the bar

i go travelling along with my friends

things that evoke an incommunicable feeling: trains, 5pm, august, revisiting a place you haven’t seen in a long time, reuniting with an old friend, city balconies at night, being the only person awake in the house, noticing a new grey hair or wrinkle on your loved one, opening a letter that either bears good or bad news, initials carved into trees,