Cold Days

The brisk wind rapped its frozen fingers around us as we slowly walked down the dirt path, but we didn't mind. My only thoughts were on her, her radiance and grace even in such conditions. I could feel her hand wrapped up in mine, it seemed to fit so perfectly, like two pieces to a divine puzzle. I could feel her heartbeat, its steady rhythm matching my own. Looking around I could see the wind whip through the trees and shake the remaining leafs from their branches. My eyes finally rested on the wonder that stood beside me. Her hair was let loose to fly through the air, I knew she only wore it like that because I liked it, and her piercing eyes so green, so fixed upon the path ahead. She looked up to see me staring and looked down beaming. I ginned a dopey grin that made her laugh, the sound sending a thrill up my spine and warming me against the cold much better then any jacket. In a serge of madness that often accompanies love I turned to her and to her great surprise and slight protest I lifted her up and swung her around. I put her down and she glared at me. I looked at her and a mischievous smile split my face. She just glared at me, her lip slightly protruding and making me smile even wider. It got to the point where I couldn't hold it in and my entire frame was racked with silent mirth. This broke her and there we stood like idiots laughing in the middle of the path. We continued our walk giggling and laughing like school children as we went, and I was filled with joy at the prospect of have her forever and always.