A Walk
Standing beside the wide, frosted window, she leaned lightly against the glass, searching the deep night, her eyes following the flurries of snowflakes tumbling in the air. Without candlelight to illumine the darkness, it seemed almost as though she were standing before a field of snow-stars, the night sky a black atlas spreading out before in with swirling spots of silver.
The dark expanse was like an empty stage, reminding her of the scenes that played out in her eager memory. That morning, they strode through empty meadows, just the two of them... gray, solitary figures in the endless landscape. It was easy, then, to forget herself beside him, gazing at the light snowflakes shifting in the wind; the mountains of untouched snow; the shifting, pale shadows that the sun laid out for them...
And when he took her hand and laced their fingers together, she smiled as brightly as a star. There was something about the way the wind played in his hair, across his face, how the morning sunlight lit up his eyes, that made her shiver. A feeling pooled in her heart, beating warmly and painfully — she knew, truly, standing at his side, that she loved him.
A/N: Hi, readers! I know it's short, but can I get some feedback on this? It's written in the style I am most comfortable with, but I don't know how effective or pretty said style actually is. Constructive criticism on mood/tone/flow/word choice, please?
Reviews are muchly appreciated. :3