"how did it get so late so soon? its night before it's afternoon. december is here before it's june. my goodness how the time has flewn. how did it get so late so soon?"
- dr. seuss (american writer and cartoonist, 1904-1991)
in a month or so, tender snowdrops will nudge their greenness through the frost, and the neverending cycle of growth - flourishing, fading - will begin again.
in the meantime, though, there is mimicry.
and there are memories.