The lapse of time between the lake’s freezing and the ground’s blanket of snow falling when there are just thin sheets of snow in patches along the sand is always so strange to me. The lake is obviously frozen in winter’s clutches yet its sands are not yet hidden…when the lake is white and the sand is still visible it reminds me of human memory. Parts of things we remember will start to freeze, and bits and pieces of memory will become hidden. It bothers me that, no matter what, I won’t ever be able to remember all the things I so want to. I search through my mind like a dresser of drawers, but some little memories are misplaced and gone. Almost every single day I make a mental note to remember something…a feeling, a moment, someone’s gesture or facial expression. I almost always forget. I want to remember everything. Large things and small things. Lakes and grains of sand.