recollection

In the quiet of his room, M. Jean sits at his wooden desk, his thoughts swirling as he stares at a familiar scene outside his window - the fluttering leaves of the chestnut tree. He was reminded of an old book he once read, 'Remembrance of Things Past' by Marcel Proust. He could still recall the fine details described by Proust, the unique sensation of time and memory. Just like Proust, he had his madeleine moment.