Senses, scents, sentences

I can remember a particular year in which spring was especially beautiful with all kinds of feelings in my heart (Haha, what a poetic spirit I have at this hour). But all it's true and I can still evoke the mood I was in those days, and the air smelled not only of blossoming trees but rioting melodies as well. I think that was the time I started listening to indie, thanks to a guy who several months before that moment surprized me with a song called Evil ("Rosemaaaaary, heaven restores you in life"). I still remember that one afternoon while walking home from the university and listening to this song again and again and having such an easy heart, feeling perfectly happy for the song, the mood, the sunny-spring-ish weather-mood medly moment.
It's funny how certain tunes can generate a so-called "perfect moment" feeling (I have to come up with a better, more personal denomination though) and then making that tiny moment unforgettable. With this blended musical impression I still have a sour throat and eyes filled with tears listening to a tender indie made by Interpol. Just think about it :).