Scents are the true home for memories. Pictures fade, but scents store memories and keep them fresh.
A cuckoo can be heard in the forest. The morning mist makes the air thick to breathe. The tiny twigs and the leaves of a dwarf birch glisten with dew drops. A moose has come to drink from the lake.
Close your eyes and inhale deeply. The scent of the forest is thick and succulent, with notes of soil and crystal-clear freshness, brought in by the wind from the fell streams. Your boot hits a tussock of lingonberries. Your mouth waters before the first berry hits your tongue.
You return to this moment every time you smell the pungent scent of lingonberry.