Walk With Me
She loved it. She danced and laughed and twisted on her toes, her eyes closed to the wind with a dreamy smile gracing her lips. She absolutely loved walking on clouds, her feet bare and her troubles worlds away she gave him her trust to hold her up there in the night sky of Texas. And he did. He did it because he couldn't bring himself not to. Not since the broody, wide-eyed woman had asked him if he could.
Of course he could.
Yeah, but would he?
Of course he would!
Somehow watching her revel in the air - as pure and vast as he loved it so - he remembered why he loved his talents. She was an air goddess, limited to the ground by cruel Fate. She was the finest of water sources; a cloud, rain, so heavenly she floated up to the stars to muse upon the world she'd escaped, but loved for giving birth to her winged soul.
Her aura. It had multiplied since the first night he'd walked her over the world from a stunning thousand feet up. It swirled around her like a sheer gauze veil; a holy dress. Nothing had ever captured the suggestions of his spirit like her unique aura. Until now he never suspected something so beautiful could interpret his dreams here in reality, if this moment really wasn't just another breathtaking illusion like he feared once back on the ground.
And she cried, crystalline tears as bright as the piercing winks of lights that studded the velvet blue of the universe suspended above them. But it wasn't the term he preferred to use in her specialized case. This wasn't to release any sense of sadness, joy or anger; this was a soul deep sign of absolute peace, an expression of a spiritual homecoming. He called it raining.
Never in his entire life did he think of wind, cloud and the heavens they resided in like he did when he saw her dance on his soul-moved element like even God himself wasn't watching. He was, for the first and possibly the last time, completely enchanted.
Love?
Maybe.
But as his hands laced with hers and he lead her on a waltz over the star-bright jewel colored lights of San Antonio, nothing seemed impossible.
Maybe…
For Hannah
