Gail dug the tip of her leather boot on the bark, testing the sturdiness of the oak, much to her dissatisfaction. She frowned as her fingertips nervously tousled with the ends of her leather glove. Zephyrs passed high above the clouds as they picked up the melodious sound of the birds far off in the distance.

" Why are we climbing trees Holly?" She asked.

" I thought you happened to like trees Gail?" The woman said high above her.

Gail looked up and frowned. " Don't be a smartass Holly. And Firstly, I used to like jumping out of trees. Secondly it was just in a metaphorical sense."

" Well duh." Holly laughed and gave Gail a helping hand, hoisting the thin fram up and onto her own lap.

" Can you just tell me why we are here again?" Gail pulled Holly's hands over her waist to steady herself on the treetops. The blonde pulled off her glove and proceeded to dust the tiny branches and weathered leaves off her shoulder.

" Did you ever hear that stupid song that mentions two names and taunts of kissing in the tree k-i-s-s-i-n-g?" A lighthearted laughter escaped Holly's lips as her wife huffed. " I've always wanted to do that." Holly teased further.

Gail turned her head and stared deadpanned for a brief moment before pressing a soft kiss on her lips. " Really now Holly Anne Stewart?"

Gail never pulled out Holly's whole name unless she did something wrong. Gail noticed Holly's fleeting eyes in response to her full name. The blonde smiled.

" You know I kid with you." Holly sheepishly said.

Gail leaned back onto Holly's chest and swung her legs idly within the air.

Holly overlooked the tall buildings, nestled together within the fog across the river. Holly loved Vancouver, she grew up here.

" Close your eyes and wait for it." Holly's lips ghosted over Gail's ear.

It was coming, Holly could feel it.

Gail closed her eyes. All she could do now was listen to the silence with her ears, feel the warmth of Holly's body melded perfectly with hers, taste the chill of the breeze, and smell the musky scent of the oak. Gail may have not liked their current position, high up in the trees, but the vexation drew to a close as she focused solely on the fact that she was here with someone she cared for; it was trust and love at its most profound.

" Listen." Holly smiled.

Gail nodded with closed eyes as she listened. Soft patters resonated within Gail's ears, she counted each individual beat, in realization that it wasn't finite.

" What do you smell?" Holly asked.

Gail breathed in through her nose in tandem with Holly. The smoky scent of the tree that sat in was dulled by an overwhelming sense of freshness. A fresh aroma tickled the tip of her nose. It surprised Gail, a scent so pure that could likely triumph over her preferred fragrance of freesias.

Gail still held her eyes closed as she felt Holly intertwine their hands and reach out across. The rhythm of the snow differed as Gail felt their interlaced fingers gloss with a soft weight, that nearly melted within a breath. The cold touch of the weight was comforting. Gail smiled as her head was slightly turned by a familiar hand.

What Gail tasted then was sweet.A flavor that she'd grown well accustomed to over the many years of their promised forever. The taste of Holly's lips was always sweet, and each kiss always pulled gail into a wonderful euphoria no matter where they were.

Holly pulled back and let Gail rest her head on her cheek. " I want you to open your eyes now Gail."

Gail savored the moment: she listened for the pattered beats, she whiffed the freshness of the falling crystals, and she licked her lips slowly as the lingering sweetness graced her tongue.

Gail opened her eyes. It was the first snow of the season.