yes (or this involves more than recollection or the promise of temporary salvation from seeming mediocrity or apparent stagnation of my current life.)

during this late afternoon when the shadows shifted and danced, revealing and veiling some parts of your face, in some innocent play of light and sleeping desire, I had moments of missing those parts that I had seen an instant before...now in muted gloom; then they bare themselves again after some indeterminate time and I was happy, contented even for those seconds of forever. I miss that afternoon and all those afternoons, more when February nears its end, and there is that subtle change in the way my eyes see light.

The late afternoon sunlight never looked so good attached to you.