enthralled by the music,
not of instruments
but of the crunching of snow under foot,
and her breath against my chest.
a blissful serenade of white gold
and crisp chill winds whispering through the dark,
welcoming her to share in my warmth.
losing ourselves in the nocturnal artwork,
a masterful stellar mosaic
smiling down from above,
watching us share our moment.
Posted in #SeptemberScrawls - Day 17
(Longing for peaceful winter walks with my wife again)