Certain places, certain people, certain times make an indelible impact on our lives. We know them when they come and lament them when they are gone. If we are lucky then we have some pictures in our minds, if we are luckier we might also have the odd one or two in photograph.
This luck is counter-balanced sometimes by the flood of memories that can be elicited from the picture(s) we have. They render everyday routine to a sense of drudgery and ourselves more dissatisfied with our lot than we otherwise might be. This malaise will pass and we will smile again on the recollections we have.
But something of the saudades will always be there because once something, or someone, has got under your skin like that you are never the same person again.
raytsbaron 