Music Into Words

The Memory - Mayday Parade

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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"She is everywhere I go

Everyone I see

Winter's gone and I still can't sleep

Summer's on the way

At least that's what they say

But these clouds won't leave."

It's December again. Snowflakes falling from the skies, couples hugging each other just for the sake of it (or transferring body heat), people rubbing their hands trying to cope up with a 28° Fahrenheit winter.

I adjust my sweater, the last one you gave me before you left almost fifteen years ago. Because I giggled as a snowflake hits my gloves, our son smiled as the snowflake begins to disintegrate.

"Dad! I brought something for you! Sorry I'm late!", our daughter Audrey grinned as she hugged me.

"What is it?"

"Cinnamon rolls! Be careful, it's still hot! Made it before I left."

"Audrey! Give me some of that!" And in one move, a cinnamon roll blocked the rays of the sun as it went into our son's hands.

"Son, does it taste good?"

"Of course, Audrey's one hell of a cook."

I ate the roll and I could really say that it was heaven. Do you remember when Audrey promised us that she will conquer her fears? She embraced baking as a hobby even though she is afraid of cooking before. After you left us, of course.

"Come on, let's go." I told Fred as I offered my hand.

I love this place, they love this place, we love this place. We used to stroll here, don't we? We made this our Christmas place even before Fred was born. Every winter, we always go to Central Park with our children. And winter's the only time for Audrey's vacation because she's enjoying travelling around the world every time she's on the job.

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"Columbia livia domestica."

"What are you saying?"

"Isn't it obvious? A scientific name."

"For what?" You threw crumbs at the pigeons near the fountain.