“So much light,” you said, “and here is the path, just across the little stream, do you remember?”
I do remember, we walked there, many times, you and me, when we were kids, and later. In all seasons, in winter like this, with sunlight filtering through the trees, reflecting on the snow, our hands in mittens, in spring, our hearts feeling the change in the air, the sounds of birds, and in the long summer evenings…
But it’s late autumn I remember most, the late season when the wind gets colder, when dark clouds gather above the forest. And then, that year…
And then winter was with us, so fast, and one late afternoon, just like this, you kissed me. You did, and I was taken aback, perhaps even a little frightened. Your golden hair, your red lips… It was there, near the stream, never had I had felt such fire in my soul…
We are old now. The fire still burns in our hearts. The forest is still there, and the sun, reflected on the snow. We walk, hand in hand, listening to the light noises of nature falling asleep.
Such beautiful memories… the years must have flown by! 🙂
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Beautiful.
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Reblogged this on per mare… and commented:
Beautifully written.
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How utterly butterly luverly! Just loved it 🙂 And don’t know whether you noticed, IT’S SNOWING ON YOUR BLOG 🙂
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Just beautiful!
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