From Great Expectations.

[macchiato_gatto]

I took her hand in mine, and we went out of the ruined place; and, as the morning mists had risen long ago when I first left the forge, so, the evening mists were rising now, and in all the broad expanse of tranquil light they showed to me, I saw the shadow of no parting from her.

(I feel like the best thing I ever did with this journal was collect all the little bits of fiction that struck me as beautiful, and so why not revive that old habit?)