Do you have a place where the memory of a perfect day is almost completely encompassed within? A gas station, a restaurant, a beach, a parking lot. The memory is so vivid, so intense, so beautiful, that it is painful. Something simple takes you back and it’s effortless. You can remember the weather, laughter, certain smells, the song that was playing on the radio. How the moments of that day were filled with an unwavering perfection, so special yet so fleeting. And just like that, it was over. Precious hours spent were gone without warning – with naught but a crappy photograph and your own memory to prove they ever existed.