A Sigh.....
A frigid breeze brushes over me, alone but for the sparsely scattered trees across my field of view, and my tired memories of times long since past. The breeze accentuates the surreality of my environment; The snow-covered valley below me, my last remaining tie to this world, the beauty above, my goal.
Another, gentler breeze begins to sigh its way through the forest, bathing me in a chill soft enough to be heard rather than felt. The breeze causes the moon to shimmer, the icy pinpricks scattered across the beyond seem to flicker for a moment as the breeze whispers past...
The beautiful body draped across mine murmurs with the passing of the breeze and adjusts itself slightly, a shadow of a memory so real that I can feel a heartbeat, yet ethereal enough that come morning, she'll be gone.
The subtle nuances of the forest at night heighten my perceptions to a point of near-oneness with my surroundings, and I know that with every passing night, I grow closer to beauty...
Another, gentler breeze begins to sigh its way through the forest, bathing me in a chill soft enough to be heard rather than felt. The breeze causes the moon to shimmer, the icy pinpricks scattered across the beyond seem to flicker for a moment as the breeze whispers past...
The beautiful body draped across mine murmurs with the passing of the breeze and adjusts itself slightly, a shadow of a memory so real that I can feel a heartbeat, yet ethereal enough that come morning, she'll be gone.
The subtle nuances of the forest at night heighten my perceptions to a point of near-oneness with my surroundings, and I know that with every passing night, I grow closer to beauty...