It's like an alarm clock went off in my mouth.
I like that today my tastebuds instinctively crave Pazcki, that taste of home that I recall (that we all recall in one form or another) from childhood, and that I also imagine being slowly etched into my DNA by generation after generation after generation.
I like it when my body knows things before my mind does. That my cravings know what time of year it is. That like those bulbs and buds just beginning to stir under the surface of this frozen ground, my body is preparing me, waking me up from a startled sleep, calling out that it's almost time.