Ruminations from November 2016 - New Mexico

You get that feeling of a lost emotion; a far off feeling; breathing deep because perhaps you capture it and store it. The image seems to disappear and the feeling is misunderstood/changed/altered; you yearn but you don’t know what for: why do we reflect on the past as it was the present; as if it was perfect; as if it was devastating; as if it will change? Could we live in a memory/feeling?