Quietly but without stop the snow fell, a constant backdrop all day long through my office windows as I assiduously typed away at some grant applications. The dreaminess of the scene--the pure white flakes once again restoring the beauty of winter, mesmerizing in their continuous falling, falling--lulled me into memories of younger days when walking hand-in-hand on a snowy night was romantic, and winter camping was a regular weekend activity.

I don't remember cold.
Back then, I think snow sizzled
on my bare skin.