Some people remind me of a campfire, a source of eclectic senses: the smoky wood, the evolutionary fascination of the flame, the warmth and chill of a starry night.
Others remind me of a snow day in grade school, a source of jittery incongruence: the sprinkles of white, the disruption of monotonous school work, the mischief of nature coming to the rescue.
You remind me of an early morning rain, a source of calm melancholy: the soft droplets on leaves, the lessened saturation from the overcast, the heightened realization and contentment of one's existence.
The essence of people epitomized as scenes and collective experiences; it is not so much of what it is but rather how it makes you feel.