Snowfall Memories

Remembering a winter morning enveloped in the tranquility of freshly fallen snow, the narrator reflects on cherished memories with a loved one and the distant sound of a train whistle.

As I sit on the armchair in the bedroom this morning, my mind travels back to many winters ago. It was winter and all the world was hushed. Everything was covered in a thick blanket of snow. We were lying in bed relishing this quiet that only comes after a snowfall. The sun had still not risen. The snow was virginal, untouched by neither man, woman, child or car. We were listening to this beautiful stillness when of a sudden we heard the sound of the whistle of a train in the far off distance. The train station is miles away. How beautiful the sound.

Peter and I smiled at each other and squeezed each other’s hands. A lifetime ago, we had a getaway we went to in a tiny town. We used to go there sometimes, away from the hustle and bustle of our everyday routine. There also was a train station a distance away. We loved to hear the sound of the train’s cheery greeting. That winter morning, at home, in our warm bed, with the snow blanketing our world in peaceful silence, the whistle of the distant train brought back memories of cherished days gone by, as if in a pleasant dream. Our whole life together was a beautiful dream…