I remember coming down the mountain (as a passenger)

and having an experience where it felt like my friend was just shouting in my ear, delighted, because finally it was the right time to be listening. The voice was reminding me of things that I had said! It seemed to be a voice that still likes to play. In the ensuing weeks, more things I had forgotten seemed to come back. It's not so strong now, and I don't usually hear it as loudly as I did coming down that mountain, but what an experience. Goodness, gracious, I was impressed.