Winter does that to you. When you can no longer ignore the nip in the air, along with your winter clothes, you also take down your memories from the attic.
All those illnesses you thought were never going to end, but which you survived and forgot. Those minor issues which seemed almost catastrophic, and which you barely remember. Those good times- the lunches with friends, the plays the kids put up, the hours on the slides, the flowers that bloomed.
The time to look back, the time to leap forward. The time to string lights on the year that was.