The Season of Memories

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It’s Winter-fall
Red skies are gleaming - oh -
Sea-gulls are flyin’ over
Swans are floatin’ by
Smoking chimney-tops
Am I dreaming…
Am I dreaming…?
So quiet and peaceful
Tranquil and blissful
There’s a kind of magic in the air
What a truly magnificent view
A breathtaking scene
With the dreams of the world
In the palm of your hand
A cosy fireside chat
A little this, a little that
Sound of merry laughter skippin’ by
Gentle rain beatin’ on my face
What an extraordinary place!
And the dream of the child
Is the hope of the man…

— Queen - A Winter’s Tale

I wonder why it is, that Winter is a season of dreams… At other times, we’re concerned with what’s happening now, and we live our lives focused on the present.

Erm… well, at least I seem to.

But as it approaches the Winter, it’s almost as if my mind is freed… Memories of past Winters and desires for the future, come flooding in as the skies turn dark and the world turns cold…