Winter's Night

Its cold winters night, the air is crisp and the sky is blue. I can hear the snow crunching underneath my boots as I walk towards the cabin. I have my favorite red wool mittens on and my cozy suede fur jacket to keep me warm. Kyle is with me, holding my hand as we walk. Light snow flakes are falling and hitting my nose. With each crunch of snow under my boots another snowflake falls; soon I am lightly covered in tiny snowflakes. I can smell the pine trees in the air and I can feel the cool winter breeze hit my face with each step I take. I can hear faint howls as nature settles in for a cold winter’s night. Kyle has pulled me in close to him now to keep me warmer as we walk towards the cabin; our breath in front of us leads us into the front door. Our cozy destination waits.
The crackling of the fire is the first thing I hear upon entering. It is robust and heavy, the warmth takes over my body and I begin to thaw, I take off my mittens and my jacket and dust off the snow from my boots. The flickering of candle wicks light up our pathway as we proceed inside. There is an old antique wooden bed with four bed posts lined with a tapestry of warm blankets and pillows. Surrounding the bed are small white candles burning, each scattered in different places. There is a large old white polar bear rug in front of the fire. We lay down and nestle by the fire to keep warm. We hold each other close and admire the winter’s night through the frosted window glass. All we can hear is the light bustling of the wind and the crackling of the fire.
We take time to admire the beauty that surrounds us and the comfort that only comes by being together. As I lay warmly next to Kyle I remember the sweet love that we have come to know so well. Kyle runs his fingers through my brown soft hair while we talk about all the beautiful places we have been in our lives, all the triumphs and charming memories we have made. We talk about the cold winter months spent at the swing set, where all of our important first moments were brought to life. It was at the swing set that we discovered how we felt for each other, where we had our first kiss, and spent hours into the night learning little details about each other.
I find his eyes irresistible as he talks, they sparkle and light up with each word and I can see the love he has for me reflecting through each glance. During each memory shared we revel in the fact that our love has grown into a remarkable reflection of trust and support. We notice that our friendship has flourished with each step we have taken together. We appreciate how our love has metamorphosed into a selfless creation of giving.
We spend the waking hours in front of the now resting fire dreaming of where tomorrow will take us. I feel the outer creases on my mouth lighten and lift as I imagine tomorrow and all the tomorrows after tomorrow. Kyle holds me in his strong embrace. His warm breath on my neck brings about another memory in my heart. I nuzzle my head into his shoulders and close my eyes, I am content and happy.