Walk With Me

We walk along through the drifting snow, the little pieces of clouds that have broken off to touch us softly and disappear on the wind. Little pieces of peace and solitude that move in utter silence until they fall upon you. They are cold. Like the shiver that runs up your arms and spine that make your hairs stand on end, but only for a brief moment. Still, she notices and you smile, only a little embarrassed, and you squeeze her hand. You are only human. She smiles back with a twinkle that almost says I caught you. That playful smile that brings light to her eyes and causes your heart to dance. So you pull her in closer as you continue strolling through the winter night. There will be warmth soon but the journey is still ahead, but it is lit. The moon lights up the snow as if you are in a black and white photograph. The shades and contrast cause your moving figures to almost leap out to eyes of the natural world as it moves around you. As it moves through you. You are a part of it just as much as you are a part of each other. In unison you leave your mark, small footprints in the snow.



But you don't look back, because what is behind you? What is so important back there, when everything that you want is with you and in front of you? So you move on, smiling. Knowing that everything will be alright. Soon there will be a fire roaring, laughter in the air stirring with emotion and the smells of cocoa and cider. That this perfect silence is as much of a beautiful contrast to that near future are as those colors around you in the night. But just as the blacks are incomplete with the brilliant light, so does this moment complete you. She completes you. And so as the world continues to turn, and time drifts slowly away, the snow will fall as you walk closer and closer to your future. This is my composition. This is my Music of the Night. Strolling in the moonlight.