The snow falls fast, no barriers or winds to alter movement or direction. While gazing out, Marie pulls tighter at the petticoat she is wrapped in, blue gloves befriending purple wool. She closes her eyes as the scene begins to blur. Marie lays her back against Scott’s strong chest. His arms encircle her waist, his chin dropping on her shoulder. Feeling at home, Marie tilts into the touch, careful of how she touches his face. Geometry is sensual and sweet when he angles toward her jaw. Warms lips press against her cold cheek, whispering with soft breeze, “Love you.”