There’s probably a name for this

It was the ambient dusklight, the taste of exhaust hanging too long in the air, wishing I had worn a sweatshirt.

Sifting through a barrel of memories, grasping a handful of matching shards.

Déjà-vu-like but not, echoes “I felt this before, sometime else.”

Tonight: it’s stepping outdoors with Spring bathwater-neutral against your skin,
in reverse.

Last year, the year before?  Which records were I listening to then?