It's nothing more exotic than Widelake Pond on an afternoon of gusty wind and rain, but being sheltered under a canopy of trees and looking out at the drizzle - the fishing gear isn't mine! - calls to mind again that strange sensation of homecoming I have felt before and which seems to connect with very early experiences indeed. But there is something else going on beyond mere familiarity, which the phenomenon of being immersed in sensory experience - sights, sounds, sensations, smells. Birds tracking across the lake and dogs occasionally visible on the far bank: rushes of rain shaking over the water: the ever-shifting patterns of ripples. One feels oneself most 'real' when least self-concerned, just an observer of outside events, lost in things.
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