High winds, high summer, night.

Last night; just gone ten pm. I've just finished my evening exercises. Bare-chested I go to take rubbish out. It's a strange night; though warm (still over 20°C) and dry (rain is expected within the hour), the wind is blowing hard. This is the tail-end of Storm Floris. Outside, the tall trees and bushes are rustling like they would be in the gales of early spring or late autumn. But it's summer, I'm shirtless and not feeling any cold...

I get that sudden flash of familiarity. I've experienced this feeling before. But never in this life... Scenes from old movies have triggered that same familiarity – two that I remember are Key Largo (1948) and I Walked With A Zombie (1943) – both films, shot in black and white, had scenes with high winds blowing through luxuriant vegetation at night. But watching a film on TV is not the same as living the experience, feeling the wind on my skin.

For those who tend to dismiss my reports of anomalous qualia memories, which I attribute to non-local consciousness from another time, as "memories of films you once saw", I can clearly tell the difference between the two! The films brought about similar instant sensations of familiarity, of an experience lived – yet not in this life.

This time last year:
Interrogating one's intuition

This time two years ago:
Notes to a future me

This time three years ago
The End of Times

This time four years ago:
Going round in circles

This time five years ago:
Between wakefulness and sleep 

This time eight years ago:

Hammersmith, on Thames

This time 11 years ago:
In search of quintessential English countryside

This time 12 years ago:
Behold and See – short story, Pt III

This time 15 years ago:
Another return to Penrhos