Drift
02/13/11
It was breathtaking.
Caught under the rosy gaze of streetlights, gentle snow drifted slowly. Bobby stared heavenward, letting wet flakes land on his unprotected face and neck. It wasn't very cold out.
Gleeful screams subtracted nothing from the scene's tranquility. Bobby grinned at the antics of the neighborhood children, mitten-clad and determined to have a proper snowball fight before the dark descended completely.
Karen's warm hand slid into his from behind. Her voice was a murmur of hot-chocolate-and-sitting-in-front-of-the-fire.
"It's beautiful."
Bobby smiled, kissing her fingers.
"It sure is."
The season's first snow... with her hand in his, it was perfect.
