Born into the cold of winter, the stray dog has never known the warmth of a home, but even in the harshest conditions, there are memories that keep him going. He remembers a time when the snow was not just a reminder of his loneliness, but a playground of joy. As a young puppy, he would run through the white drifts, chasing the soft flakes as they fell from the sky. The world was silent, except for the soft crunch beneath his paws and the occasional chirp of a bird braving the cold. These moments were filled with a pure, simple happiness.
He also remembers a kind woman who would leave food near the park bench. Her scent was comforting, and her smile, though brief, made him feel seen and cared for. The food she left was a feast compared to the scraps he scavenged on his own, and for a while, he would wait in the same spot, hoping for her return. In those brief moments, he felt a connection to something beyond survival—a sense of belonging, if only for a few minutes.
Now, as the snow begins to fall again, he curls up in his usual corner, where the wind isn’t so strong, and he lets his mind drift back to those fleeting memories. The world outside may be cold and unwelcoming, but within his heart, the warmth of those moments remains. They are his refuge, his reminder that even in a life of hardship, there are sparks of joy worth remembering.