Here's a question for you:

When the snow melts...what does it become?

Winter is here. A time of stark, barrenness, a time of death. But also a time of memories as the holidays approach, ever nearer. It is hard to go through the holidays without remembering what you were doing and where you were in the years before. Even if it is not a time of tradition one is forced backwards in time by a whiff of a memory, a sight, a smell. Without warning the memories steal up to you to take you by surprise. Sometimes they are kind, giving you a glance back to a happier time. Other times they are not so kind, bringing you back to a happy time perhaps, but a time that you wish you could forget for the stinging remains. Still though, I do not wish to forget such memories, for that would be wrong. I wish always to carry all of my memories with me because one day I will be strong enough so that those memories will no longer hurt me. Right now I might be cold towards these memories but one day I will be able to look back on them with happiness and I will be glad that I have them.

When the snow melts...what does it become?

It becomes Spring.