Memories of Winter Joy

Sitting in the bedroom on a winter morning, memories of peaceful days with a loved one flood back, triggered by the stillness and the distant sound of a passing train.

As I sat on the armchair in the bedroom this morning, my mind traveled back to many winters ago. It was winter, as it is now. All the world was hushed. Everything was covered in a thick luxurious blanket of snow. We were lying in bed relishing the quietude that only comes after a big snowfall. The skies were dark. The sun had still not risen. The snow was virginal, untouched. We listened to this beautiful stillness when of a sudden we heard the whistle of a train. The train station is miles away. How beautiful it sounded as it travelled through the hushed still distance to reach us in our cozy bedroom.

Peter and I smiled at each other and squeezed each other’s hands. We used to have a getaway in a tiny town whose name is now forgotten. We went there sometimes, seeking relaxation from the hustle and bustle of our everyday routine. There 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, brought back memories of cherished days gone by, as if in a pleasant dream. Our whole life together was a beautiful dream…