Today smells like a day I can't remember

It's an absolutely gorgeous day in Lunenburg, NS, and I decided to take a break from my work and chores to sit out on the deck and look at the water for 15 minutes. 

I feel a little overwhelmed by how much this day smells like another day that I can't quite put my finger on. I think it was a March or April day in Toronto years and years ago. 

I feel melancholy and nostalgic, even though I can't remember why. 

Isn't memory a funny thing?