Is this melancholy or pure poetry? I cannot make up my mind. However, I feel sure this remarkable woman describes something regarding humans and our memories somewhat accurately when she states:
I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don’t have complete emotions about the present, only about the past.
With photos that feels like memories – Anna Malmberg illustrates these winged words: