Wishful thinking

In the cold, dark days of this winter there are only my memories to sustain me.  Memories of happier times, of warmer times.  Well, pictures as well as memories but that just doesn't sound quite so dramatic does it?  Hmm, let me try it out.  In the cold, dark days of this winter there are only my pictures to sustain me.  Nope, if I have any hope of being a successful writer (which I don't) I must use visual images to grab the readers attention.  Ok, do over.  Forget that first paragraph.  Here I go again, I've got it right this time.

In the cold, dark days of this winter there are only my memories to sustain me.  Memories of happier times, of warmer times.  Memories such as these.....ahh, much better if I do say so myself.

Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Those days of  soda and pretzel and beer
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Dust off the sun and moon and sing a song of cheer
You'll wish that summer could always be here
-Nat King Cole-