Winter

What are you going to remember about tonight?

What do you remember about most nights like these?

I don't think I'm going to remember how the wine tasted. I never quite remember the food I ate, even if it was a feast of delicacies. I might briefly recall what people said that made me laugh, and sometimes I remember how I felt before I drifted off to sleep with the night still fresh in my head. Most of all I remember the faces that surrounded me in that moment of blissful youth, and in my heart the feeling of immense gratitude for life itself.