Photograph.

A photograph. A moment frozen in time.
One single second, forever seized.
With the simple click of a button, a memory is captured.

Set aside for a later day, it sits there collecting dust.
It only takes a second to go right back to that place.
The weather, the sights, the people, the feeling.

Likewise, it only takes a second to miss it, to wish you could have it back.
But that's the beauty of photography.
It only illustrates the moment, not the fallouts or regrets.

That photograph, the still memory.
 A story behind the image.
Somehow it is both haunting and beautiful to summon it into mind.