... can bring everything crashing back to you.
St. Stephen's Green in Dublin, jogging on a cool spring day, that one year when everything went right and I couldn't hold on tight enough to make sure it didn't slip away.
Anybody else have one of those periods of time in your life? When you go okay, I know this can't last, this is the best it'll get I think, so I might as well try to remember every little detail for when it's over and gone.
Tumbling and diving above Stephen's Green. Days and weeks and years you can't get back, and everything is gray by comparison.