I remember

a warm scent,

dark and deep,

rich of cocoa,

creeping into my nostrils.

A single speckle of snow

falling,

so delicately onto my hand.

I look up, the sky

covered in purity,

like a perfectly set table cloth.

It’s my last snow day.

I remember

orange and green,

leaves crunching apart upon the

gallop of the horse.

I’m sitting in the embrace

of my grandfather,

holding his arms tightly,

rocking side to side,

on top of the horse.

Scared to fall,

he holds me in his warmth.

It’s my last time I’ll see him like he used to be.

At times, my mind strays into its

storage room.

Dusting off the photo album,

it opens the pages and find snapshots of my past,

I know I’ll never be able to relive them,

my memories,

but they are always there to be remembered.