Every window we look through frames a unique instant in time.

It is a mercy how quickly we forget. One temperate day, one afternoon when the colors of winter, such as they are, return in full sunlight; one moment when warmth wafts the smell of unfrozen sod that you inhale casually, without threat of lung-freeze. And all the endless hours of never being quite warm, of never feeling free of threat from the vicious cold just a pane of glass away, the tedious indoor-bound pacing of weeks of constant and severe freezing winds–all just melts …

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