Outside, the howling wind that brought the blowing snow had subsided. Inside, the breeze of air that brought warmth to the living room from the central unit had just clicked off. That left the man in absolute silence.
His outward appearance would make a bystander think that he was frozen like the beautifully white landscaped scene outside the doors and windows. But, inside this man's mind was a flurry of activity, not of this particular day, but of a time that brought happiness to his heart. And, he wanted to heighten the perceptions of those scenes going through his head of that time not so long ago, so he allowed his senses to add to each scene.
He heard echoes of an unmistakably familiar voice followed by laughter, so light and full of cheer. The sound relaxed his whole body. He remembered the fragrance pervading the space around him. The aroma had arrested his attention as he awaited the next movement that would waft a pocket of scent again by his nose. His mind switched to tactile sensations and his fingers felt smoothness, softness. He recognized every movement in the scene, every color, and he tasted the air of the memory.
His mind lingered on the captured memory. But the lateness of the hour overtook him eventually. The man would sleep deeply and happily this bitterly cold yet robustly warm night.
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