I sat down last night with an odd feeling. I have feelings like this from time to time, and they're usually inspired by a combination of things, often music. It's like in those japanese role playing games, where you put a mailbox and a candy cane in this transmogrifying box, and get a magic sword. Only, the result is odd and incredibly strong feelings, and the ingredients are slightly less arbitrary. Still, there is an undeniable similarity.

A while back, I found myself thrown back when I discovered the first of these combinations, and how it affected me. I even mentioned it when it happened, way back on the pre-blog version of this site. That was the combined smell of vanilla and cigarette smoke. It still does strange things to me, but I have come to hold it very dear.

Another, and one that involves more that one sense, is the wind and humidity and sound of waves, when combined with fire and or the lovely tones of Sarah Maclachlan.

Yet another is the look of sunlight on water crossing a bridge, and the sounds of the Crash Test Dummies.

The one I found last night was Ulrich Schnauss and the torrential summer downpour that only the south United States can offer.

I didn't know what the feeling meant, though. It was an odd in that it was meaningful but nondescript. Going through today, it appears I got it wrong.

I should've been feeling a bit of vertigo coupled with moody strains of "Eli's Coming."

Tomorrow I'll let you all know how the writing is going. I hope you like the name General Strummund, because I'm tired of debating it with myself.

[failed attempts to fly]