memory fades

When I was in Florida in January it was all like this.

And this

And we had meetings too. And formal and informal gatherings.

And while there I forgot cold and snow. Got comfortable with seeing my arms again.

Because since then it is nothing but 

I visited an Amish farm. Had trouble locating the farmer. The kids were in the house, waving from windows.

The thermometer by the front door read 18 degrees. With the sun shining.

The farmer appeared. She had been in the outhouse. OUTSIDE. In 18 degrees.

My 52 degree house? Its all relative isn't it?!