Memories by the fireside

On a snowy evening, David finds comfort in memories by the fire.

One winter evening, snow was gently falling, covering the landscape with a white blanket. Sitting comfortably in an armchair by the crackling fireplace, David was seeking a bit of warmth. He wore a woolen dressing gown, his feet snug in worn but cozy slippers. On his lap rested an old photo album he hadn’t opened in years.

He slowly turned the pages, each image awakening forgotten memories. There, a photo of his children playing in the snow, another of his parents laughing around a birthday cake. A nostalgic smile stretched across his lips. It felt like it was just yesterday.

Then, his gaze lingered on a photo where he held the hand of a young woman with gentle eyes. Claire, his wife. They were so young, carefree, and full of dreams. A wave of emotion rose within him. She had left too soon.

The wind howled against the windows, and the snow outside was falling heavier now. But inside, everything seemed still, suspended in time. David carefully closed the album, as if closing a treasure.

He stood up slowly, added a log to the fire, then sat down again. In the calming silence of the night, he let his thoughts wander. The memories warmed him almost as much as the fire. He felt less alone. Surrounded by images, by love, by life.

And as the snow kept falling, David understood that every moment of the past had shaped the man he had become.

That evening, he didn’t look toward tomorrow. He stayed there, at peace, with yesterday.