When I was living with my sister, every year in the evening of the first snow, we looked for old cassette (not CD, or mp3, but an old tape cassette) with Frank Sinatra songs. We were singing Stranger in the night, or It was a very good year and look at the white, fresh snow outside the window. After we took our dog for a long walk into the pure, white mystery world without scent.
We called this event Franky Time.

Today, far away from my sister in the galaxy far far away, when I saw first snow, unconsciously I looked for CD with Franky and listened : That’s life.