A little frost on the trees.
On a mild winter day.
A flower bed at rest.
The land is sleeping under it's winter blanket.
The trees are dormant awaiting the first breath of spring's warmth.
And we wait for the bitter cold to depart thinking about those warmer days that seem so far away.
They lie in our memory though.
We can retrieve them at will and remember the warmth of the sun, the sweet smelling breeze, the beauty of springtime blooms.
Isn't the brain an amazing thing?
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So are computers.
I can retrieve memories stored there too.
Are you retrieving pleasant memories of summer during this cold snap?
Or perhaps you're making memories where it's sunny and warm.