Humid air, dizzying the senses, out in the streets. A trickle of water, a flicker of light. The fleeting moment of being with you.
Autumn leaves, brown, red, yellow gold.
Falling leaves, the old new stories told. The ephemeral awareness of your hold. Again and again, the year grows old. Winter chills, frozen ice, frosts and snow White linen blankets across the land Coldness shattered in the warm afterglow Across the lakes, we walk hand in hand. Seasons changed and came along.