This is what happens when warmth returns. The memory of cold vanishes. Though just days ago we had snow and ice, they seem part of another era, sepia-toned. Gone even is my memory of cold, its sharpness and shivering.
This being March, though, the sharpness and shivering will no doubt return. But for now, it's gone. In its place are soft breezes and bird song.
It's springtime amnesia. It's what makes the world go round.