Winter

Have you ever come across a place or a smell or a sound that triggers a long forgotten memory? You can't put your finger on why, it just does. That's ...
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Have you ever come across a place or a smell or a sound that triggers a long forgotten memory? You can't put your finger on why, it just does. That's what this little stair well with this light streaming through the glass did for me.

I grew up in a little town in southeastern New Mexico not terribly far from the Texas/New Mexico border. That far south the winters there are pretty short and usually not all that cold. Occasionally though it would get very cold, cold enough to put on a heavy jacket, mittens and knit hat. On those days my mother would always make us cream of wheat with lots of sugar and butter and toast with strawberry jam. Then she bundled up my brothers and I in our hardly ever used winter clothes and drove us to school. The desert around us always looked so blue and desaturated on those days and it smelled like cold... or maybe I just remember it that way and it was actually it's usual dry, dusty and brown. Those winter days were good days and far too few, or, maybe it's the fact that they were rare that made them so special?

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