Yes, I do see what you are experiencing, and understand the reaction. Prose/poetry is that way too, or at least as one moves further into old age. Other than the immediate enjoyment I was taken as I lingered there to the space with no obediant names just in front of his eyes and into the space where nothing needs to be called anything...it just is...From my lingering there I felt again the experience of my back pressed up against a depression on rock face, where at the end of the day it seemed to be the only place on the earth that still carried some lingering warmth. I pressed my hands there while in "zoned contemplation" the day washed over me as if no other place existed. I hadn't remembered that early evening in late fall with cold northern waters below me and light disappearing quickly around me, as I paused before working my way back to the exit trail. That is what photography more and more often elicits from me. Memories, organic essences. As I considered your words there is no cold wind around me, but the question of where and when those feelings enrich my life brought others. The experience of finding myself at the near summit of Mt Mitchell in NC suddenly completely and overwhemingly disoriented by ashift in the fog bank. The same experience summitting Mt Washington by motorcycle and have an almost identical experience, not certain even hhow to get my feet to the ground. Not memories that have visited me for a long while, but welcoming the spaces this particular image placed in my reach to experience them once again and even as I type have my eyes defeat my attempt not to be sentimental in trying to explain this feeling of everything just being itself..., for me, zoned contemplation.
The phenomena of our lives penetrate us in many ways, but inevitably we arrive back at ourselves, changed, by what we saw, and how we see. It is in the spaces in between where the significance and transformations flow...In my aging I recognize myself disappearing, but oh the freedom of those spaces...
I had no need to question the how, I simply enjoyed the presences.