New Years came and they celebrated in simple, quiet way. Outside home in the trees, light snow fell in cover and blanket of the world. In, a fire held in hearth; candles lit on island face, kettle on the stove in low begin of boil as they slow danced on rug in the space between to song that they both loved.
Hand in hand, others in wrap and place to low backs in wrap of sides, they danced as the music played and filled the room as warmth and the light of hearth fire’s burn.
“We’ve got time dear. You’re the girl I knew back when. Don’t you love dear: I’m the boy who’s always been in love with you til the end. And I’d do it all again…”
Hand in hand, bodies closed, they danced in quiet and speaking lovers’ eyes ever nearer into kiss. Meet of their lips, warmth of the fire illuminating on dance and place from hearth’s afar and candles’ near, whistle song of kettle’s ready as she felt her body swept and lifted, raised to edge of heirloom stove inviting and opening for more than kiss as, outside, snow fell soft in blanket and mute of world’s surround.