Tonight as I walked my friends dog, the feel of the air gave me the whiff of memory of a Christmas past. I wonder what is it about a temperature, a smell, or some other sensation that can reproduce a memory. How can air, or more specifically, the temperature and feel of it, make me feel like Christmas when it is March? I do not know, but it was a delightful few moments and I recorded my impression with a haiku.
The jolly crisp night
reminded me of Christmas
on my mid-March walk.
Uncovered 