It's widely know that sensual stimuli can bring old memories to the forefront of the mind. The sense of smell, for example, is strongly connected to memory.
Another stimulus, or so it seems for me, is weather forecasting. The forecast for Friday has both the high and the low in the thirties, and we're also supposed to get some frozen precipitation of some kind. Seeing this forecast at this time on the calendar reminded me of the ice storm of 2000.
That one was notable because the Super Bowl was being held in the Georgia Dome the same weekend. There was freezing rain on Saturday, and it went on for hours and just steadily built up on everything. Lots of limbs came down at that time, especially pine limbs due to the higher surface area (per unit volume) of pine needles. The air in my neighborhood was tinged with the sharp scent of pine sap. It was quite a storm.
Maybe something similar will happen this weekend. Or maybe it'll fizzle out as forecasts often do. But it's interesting how something as innocuous as a weather forecast can dredge up an old memory.
