SO OBVIOUS, and yet...
It seems to me that moods are like seasons. Maybe seasons are moods, in some sense. September would be nostalgia; April trepidation; December a relaxed kind of apathy. If you are in a state of happy, uplifted optimism, it’s very difficult to recall precisely what it means to be depressed. If you are in April, it’s a challenge to enter into the particular atmosphere of October. All you can do is recall the time(s) when you were last there. The bolder impressions may be close to the surface but the fleeting nuances and hazy ambience are ephemeral and therefore harder to recapture. It all fades to memory. Although recollections may feel vivid, they are not the same as being in it.
It seems to me that moods are like seasons. Maybe seasons are moods, in some sense. September would be nostalgia; April trepidation; December a relaxed kind of apathy. If you are in a state of happy, uplifted optimism, it’s very difficult to recall precisely what it means to be depressed. If you are in April, it’s a challenge to enter into the particular atmosphere of October. All you can do is recall the time(s) when you were last there. The bolder impressions may be close to the surface but the fleeting nuances and hazy ambience are ephemeral and therefore harder to recapture. It all fades to memory. Although recollections may feel vivid, they are not the same as being in it.
