Our Secret Place
The freshly fallen snow wraps everything in its white silence as you and I huddle together by the flaming fire we lit an hour ago. The taste of a good cup of mellow roast coffee warms our hands that got so cold as we plodded through the glistening snowflakes in the chilled air just before evening began to fall. Our noses still feel cold and our cheeks are painted a cherry red. Together we laugh as we reminisce over the jovial children that struggled with their tiny hands to lift the larger than themselves snowball that would become the head of their first snowman of the year. I watched with admiration as you offered them your strong hands. I revelled in the sight of the smiles and twinkling eyes as you and the children teamed together and mounted the head so cautiously. The children's excitement filled the air as they explored their options for the eyes, the nose, and the mouth for "Snowy". Snowy was the name they agreed upon after much debate. We left before the completion of their frosty artistry. We still heard their laughter in the far distance as we sauntered slowly back towards the cabin.The warmth of us fills the entire room with contentment. The fire playfully dances as it tosses its shadows and flickering lights over us in various rhythms. Your blue-grey eyes tell me everything. I close my eyes as you cradle me in the crook of your arm. There is no place in the world I'd rather be. I take in a deep breath as I savour this time we have together. Stolen moments together in a time and place where no invasion of the outside world can intrude. No one else exists here: just you and I with only our silent thoughts. We have no requirement for endless words because we can sense each other"s thoughts and sensations. I love being with you. It was like this between us since the moment we met. We moulded into each other's essence without pretence. Together we were captivated by some dynamic and charismatic attraction. I profoundly draw in another deep breath as I immerse myself completely in this serene inner feeling of ambience. I feel the movement of your touch as you feel the same way.
I would like to remain here forever but we both understand that we must withdraw from each other's arms and go back into the practical realities of our own independent lives in the morning. It's getting late now and the fire's dying embers let us know it's time to prepare for the wintry coolness that will seep into the night air. Jack Frost has come and leaves his patterned art upon the cabin windows. I shiver. You turn and we find the solution to the iced night in each other's eyes. Slowly we both rise and proceed in tune to the cool bed that will shortly be heated with our passion. Afterwards we will affectionately lie cradled together as the snowflakes quietly fall in the silence of the night.
Written by Beverley ©
Music: "Don't Cry for Me Argentina" from Evita
Picture: "December" from Digital Blasphemy
