and it all disappears, does it not? age and the times and the memories and the friends and the dads and moms and siblings; and nations and affiliations and the lovers and the sweethearts and the rose and the berries; and the days and nights and the snow on the bare branches; and the years crawl away and words become inaudible in space and we wake up to the birds at the windows and find it all disappearsβ¦slips away as silently as falling snowβ¦