First Snow

We always go for a walk in the first snow of the year. This afternoon it was chilly autumn and tonight it's suddenly cold winter and as we're walking I'm watching my breath curl in icy wispy clouds from my mouth, dissipating into the air. It's too cold to talk so the only sound we're making is the soft sound of two sets of footsteps in the snow. He curls his gloves around my mittens and we swing our hands between us.

We're just down the street from our house, where the yellow glow of a street lamp filters down through the last stubborn leaves of an old oak tree.  He turns to me and we stop.  Big snowflakes swirling down, covering everything in a thin layer of perfect white powder.  I shiver and he pulls me in and I press my face into the warmth of his neck. 

Gently lifting my chin, he kisses me as the snow falls silently around us. Then he takes my hand and we walk home.

One perfect moment to cherish forever.