snow

Laying within the warm abundance of blankets, I look out the window from the pitch darkness of our room into a scene of quiet chaos. A beautiful chaos of snow flakes bursting through a velvety black sky. I know that it must be very cold out there for snow to form and blow through the air but in here with you, that chilling feeling is unimaginable. The fire is dying but the warmth between us will sustain us through the night. I love to watch the snowflakes when they are flying at night. Snow falling in the day is beautiful but at night- mystical. I am reliving the walk we had. Bundled in winter clothing we walked together, our boots crunching the ground beneath us. Nighttime snow walks are eerily wonderful, so quiet that the sound of a zipper tightening up is loud. We kissed out there too, the contrast between our warm lips and cold cheeks was sweet. The little snow crystals are crashing gently onto our noses. Now here we are looking at those crystals from a safer, warmer vantage point, snuggled together. I will fall asleep on your chest while the tiny beads pile up out side, burying us in our haven.