A winter dream

I went for a walk with a good friend in the park, a nice park in the region she lives. With her leading the way, we entered a spacious urban greenbelt enveloped the houses. She told me that a small house nestled among the trees once stood here. She used to take a walk and sit in silence for a while as she needs staying alone. One day when she came here again, she was surprised at finding the house turned a cleared space. 

There was a sign written all over her face when she looked up the trees, letting the past wash over her. I think I understand her feeling. Within moments, some scenes that had become so familiar would be gone. 

I took the trees planted on the space, for memory has painted this sweet day.