A Walk in the Snow

Nary a car or soul apart from us last night was on the street 'neath fogged and glowing, snow-draped streetlights. We could see our breath hang silent in the air about us as the crunch and crackle of the pack of snow announced each syncopated step. A few flakes flurried here and there, some on my cheek, some on her hair; but mostly 'twas the stillness spoke, reminding us of Love. Our mittened, gloved, and thankful hands clasped 'round each other's arm, the glow of moonlight on the snow kept both of us quite warm. It was the snow that kept us rapt and riveted upon the quiet stillness of the night, the clear, crisp evening air and all the vault of heaven hanging, drinking up each care. We daren't speak but whispers then, our eyes the burden took; and with each loving glance we shared the volume of a book. "Gosh, how I love you," spoke my heart, her hand said "I love you," a squeeze of eloquence I knew to be her promise true. We both looked up as if to greet the Mighty Presence there; I felt my heart expand to hold the whole of everywhere. "I love you so," she said out loud; I thought it was my heart for I was thinking just the same; it gave me such a start. She often speaks my words for me, my feelings deeply felt; I guess that's why I love her so and in her presence melt. We stopped awhile and counted stars and wondered at the moon, a bright penumbra all around but always gone too soon. The footsteps ended in the snow, beyond was smooth and white; we left untrodden all that path, that led into the night. Returning to our daily lives we cannot mix as two; I cannot breathe her sweet perfume or ever say "I do." But, yes, I do; and always will be one with her, my heart; I know it now, I knew it then, I knew it at the start.