December 20, 2010

The cold made it's way across our bodies; from one fingertip to another, it danced from one place to the next until we could no longer move with ease. It was the middle of December in Michigan and the middle of the night, but to us, that didn't mean a thing. We were together and we were comfortable and that was we needed for the time being. The cold made its way across our bodies, but all I could feel was your hand in mine.