When I look back at the beauty and vitality of the moment, I see only a mere façade. The euphoric moment was glorified, the reminiscence was made far more resplendent and expressive than that autumnal dawn all those seasons ago. I cherished a memory but built the lost pieces from the depths of my mind. The fabricated recollections are all I have now. The fragments of a lost time where the world was bathed in a warm incandescent glow.