January Breeze

The old man of 98, lay on a couch in the living room with the old mahogany furniture and the flapping curtains. The caress of a January breeze; it almost felt like yesterday, 70 years before. In a rare moment of lucidity, he remembered. A different couch, red, velvety; his cat curled up between his legs, but the same January breeze lulling him to sleep.