Prints In The Snow

People say nothing lasts forever. And maybe so it is, what do I know?!

But we can try. Exactly like someone tried to leave their handprint in the snow that covered the trunk of a tree. A futile attempt, for the snow would soon melt and nothing will remain of it. But this picture will. Surely not an eternity, but it can continue the handprint’s existence, even though under another shape.

Exactly like a memory my dad has just given me, and still under another shape than initially. My dad remembered that while I was 3 or 4 years old, all four of us (mom, dad, my sis and I) could fit on a wooden sleigh. Now, I will also be one of the keepers of this memory, although I don’t remember it at all, being too young. I stored it safely, next to another dear memory of us four – at the cinema, watching the Mrs. Doubtfire movie, that started my pure love for Robbin Williams.

Let’s leave prints!

 

P.S. Darling, thank you for this print.