Indigo blue outlined the horizon. The faint distance that laid beyond us almost seemed to dissolve into the sky. Heaven and earth were united as one colossal being. It was mid January. Frosted roof tops with dampened, musky fireplace chimneys set the ambiance. The cool, crisp breeze continued with incessant haste to bite at our lips regardless of the small transference of heat through the simple touch of holding his hand. It made no difference. His subtle harmonization of his green eyes made that fraction of timeless splendor even better. Day after day, I fall deeper into his sensuous pool of green eyes. Oh! How I forevermore want to keep falling like the snowflakes from the sky.
By Skye Lyon
14 March 2011