I remembered something sad. It's all in perspective...
The first is fine. The picture is beautiful. The moment feels special. The tone is set.
Then, I am confronted. It's the same picture. Here's the problem, though...
This moment is different. It's the second time. Magic changes to mystery. Hope fades to doubt. Questions linger like despair.
She's not there now.
Still, I can remember... Old things become new. New things become old. One gives way again.
The picture never changed.