Softened, raw sienna orbs stared at the vast clouds covering the entire world like a canvas of pink and orange. For once he sighed in gratefulness to the gods who painted the sky. The ever so changing sky with each color to remind him of who he had once loved.
He held up his palms, royal blue sleeves against the wind, as he tries to reach for the treasure the heaven above holds.
But he retreats, knowing too well he can never grasp it.
"I love you."
He says and drops of tears shed at the corner of his eyes but his lips graced with a smile to a golden grin.
"I love you!"
He shouts to the valleys in hope that his voice will be carried by the breeze and into the mountains for his beloved to hear. After all, it was him who taught the Kitsune that the wind listens, and if you're favored, it will carry your voice through its breeze.
Out of breath, he cried and laughed so hard that emotions overwhelmed him to bring the once, vain Kitsune to his knees.
"I love you.."
He doesn't say it for the fourth time, as he had before in every season. Because winter was time he lost him and throughout forever.