We danced through spring, held hands all summer, embarked on strolls through groves of falling leaves.
Beside the fire, this winter’s eve, crackles in our ears simmer with the echoes of fearless whispers. Hearts as warm as the old stone hearth, we’ve sparks in our eyes this breathless night. A gentle snow is falling outside, settling deep in drifts of timeless moments.
brewing hot cocoa . . .
the way you fan the embers
to reignite the flame