Before the mist he appeared. His face looked like he was pushed out into a clearing. Again they acted like they didn't see each other. It had become obvious they were both uncomfortable with their feelings toward each. They knew they couldn't speak plainly for numerous reasons. However that wasn't what was preventing them from interacting. The chill in the air like a mist trying to form a cloud. The skin tightening and the shiver confused the moment. The excitement muted so the focus wasn't a racing heart. The doubt and worry distracted by the coldness. She was able to think "what a magical moment". He remained calm and approached to talk with her. The tension between them finally broken. The shortest day of the year.


It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96