Leftovers in their less visible form are called memories.
Stored in the refrigerator of the mind and the cupboard of the heart.
On a bright blue February morning, I looked up...and found leftovers! A visible reminder of the refrigerator we've been living in, shaped and sculpted by the winds of winter....low hanging, frozen frosting on the rooftop. Didn't take long, even on a too cold morning...with a little help from the sun....til that rooftop reminder melted into a memory! (and our roof thanks it for fading fast!)