As the only warmth began to sneak down the western side of the sky, our day stretched on to new places, and new ideas.

A drive to Epcot was left, and to our right, we thought of the recent morning from afar.

Dusk has a settling feeling, a soft whisper amongst the breezy plains. A chill began to surface from the ground.

Lake Buena Vista, in January, saw few crowds, but the smiles still lingered everywhere.

This was my Tuesday. Tonight, the miles traveled on foot would certainly make case.

Epcot, at the heart of Walt Disney World Florida, is a spectacular scene after dark. The tourists milling about. Children laughing everywhere. Beatles rock (The British Invasion), hammering out "I Saw Her Standing There," provide the perfect backdrop, in sync with the United Kingdom region of the park.

A year ago, this week, I was taking in the surroundings at the world’s greatest theme parks.

Of course, I was there this past August too, which stands out a little more in my mind, but we’ll talk about that in August, I suppose.

January – that quiet and calm first month, which slips by with hardly a whisper, provides my inspiration for this post.

I remember it well. Like it was yesterday. I suppose all memories are yesterday. And all yesterday’s are memories. We never forget, do we?