Is it just a question of luck?  There is no perfect day for anyone.  Yet, in our memory, we strive to classify, to rank and to exalt.  Actually, it depends.  Memories are sometimes important and in other cases accessory.  The difficult task of analyzing nostalgia lies in the meanings embedded in the word itself.  Nostalgia often involves mental power or at least vivid imagery.  But how strong can a feeling be in the context of a lengthy passing of time?  Is our personal history important at times, the expression of an active mood, or a landmark in a stable and constant becoming?

        There are two images of falling snow.   One is just the blurry representation of an incomplete past recollection; another is the banal enactment of a regular phenomenon.  The strength of an artist describing the falling of snow lies in his (or her) capacity in stimulating our recollection rather than our expectation, our memory rather than our anticipation, unless we have never seen falling snow (then, our actual sight of the natural phenomenon becomes tied up to our poetic introduction to it). 

        Yet, in our strive for happiness, we need no album, we need no story, we need no history, but a chain of factual, palpable signals, tied to the present, heedless of time.