Jolly Crisp Night

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.

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