I observed outside the windowpane in contemplation while marveling at the nature between the radiant sunray, and the blooming myrtle.  My coffee was brewing in the French press I have owned for as long as I could remember. The view of the garden gave me the impression of a pastel dream, a melancholy longing for some forgotten reminiscence.

When she laughs, it is a musical sound that thrums and resonates with the trill of the hummingbird, the rippling of the lake, the falling petals of the cherry blossom tree, her voice a melody that resounds within their heart.

Let's turn back the dials of time. Tranquil waves lull my wandering mind. Ebb and flow, just like my thoughts. A reminiscence better left forgot. You were transient, a pearl in the sand. Washed away, slipped through my hands.

Artists can only dream of emulating your smile.

The sweet cadence of your voice lulls me to sleep like a gentle lullaby.

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.