One's who missed the cue

The repeated experiences of the professional life makes it that much harder to believe in. It evades me, the more I search the further it seems to have gotten away. Like the ever evading morning mist, it lures, puts a smile on my face, a glint in my eyes; but all I have is the memory of that moment and no matter how hard I try/or not, it always escapes. Keeping it with me, or myself within that moment, is fruitless.