Fading.

So. You know how when you're in a train, or a car even, and you're passing the side of the road by. You see all the things pass by right before your eyes. You don't have time to really focus on what they are or take in their beauty even. But, when you look at the things after they have passed you, out the rear window, they stay in place. Beautiful as ever. Displaying the vibrant colors, showing the world themselves. But soon you can't hardly see them anymore. They just fade away. all you have is a slight glimpse of what you saw before. There are new sights, new things to see now. It's just like time. When you are in the moment, that's when everything goes by so fast. So fast that you can hardly focus on how amazing it is right now, in this moment. But once you're on the next moment, you reflect on how incredible the previous moment was. But you can't ever get it back, because it's already gone. You can think about it, and recreate it in your head. They are still there, still frames in your memory. Etched there. Embossed with elaborate details that describe that very moment. And sometimes those are the best parts. And sometimes those are the hardest parts because you can't have them back. 

Sweet serendipity.