He holds your hand in a woolen mitten, his breath turns to frosty clouds.
The red of his lips and the ice blue of his eyes.
Frosty crystals drift from the sky, they settle on each eye lash.
He uncovers his hand to brush the droplets away, you're gently turning in circles.
His eyes never leave yours, just keeps staring as if into your soul.
Suddenly he begins to fall away, the ice beneath his feet is suddenly slippery.
You look down to find him in a pile on the ice. Snow freckles his spiky head of hair.
A giggle echos from your mouth, you turn and skate away spinning, spinning, spinning, around
and around. Strong arms encircle you yet you keep spinning, twirling. The snow spins with you
along with the trees.
Closing your eyes you fall into those strong arms, knowing its alright to fall this time.
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