This is a poem I came across awhile written by Robert Frost which just reminded me of today. Feel free to leave your interpretation. Enjoy!
A Patch of Old Snow
by Robert Frost
There`s a patch of old snow in a corner That I should have guessed Was a blow-away paper the rain Had brought to rest. It is speckled with grime as if Small print overspread it, The news of a day I`ve forgotten-- If I ever read it.