FallingforWinter

The gas hum of the lamp post as it erratically flickered did little to dissuade my focus from him. I leaned against the large magnolia tree watching the last of the daylight wane into darkness. He seemed oblivious to the world around him lying there watching the first of the stars come out of hiding. The lapping of water was subsiding, the last of the waves from his efforts to keep the old rowboat centered. I could already feel the bark beneath my fingertips icing over. Why did this always happen when I was near him? Overhead I could hear the crackle of heavy boughs bending under the weight of the ice. I paid no mind to the beautifully preser

The sting of cold air that penetrates deep, past the point of the warmth underneath. A squint of my eye lets in pale greys but no color, wind swirling around as my body shudders. Faint light from the strands twists in my hands as I lay out the way before me. Each step sinks below the freshly fallen snow into a world that is cold and lonely. He watches from the trees as I sink to my knees waiting for him to show me. The one thing I need, impossible to see from beneath the cloak that he keeps on his shoulders.

Soft prints dissolve into an ocean of black. A slight hint of interest as he brushes against the smooth hollow shape. A rough strike against carbon ignites a spark. The stark sulfur scent quickly forgiven as the flame begins to grow illuminating his approaching silhouette. A brush of approval as he finds his way around the other side sending shadows dancing across the warm glowing light. All ends well this Halloween night....