Winter Dance

The sun sets quietly giving way to night and a canopy of stars. The tired Earth rests beneath a blanket of white and the snow glows brightly in the moonlight. The cold wind swirls, stirring the snow and shaking the naked limbs of the trees as they stretch their thin arms toward the heavens. They comfort us, protect us, as the evening snow begins to fall. We stand together, somehow warm in this crisp air, our breath hot against cheeks and necks and lips. And we move together on a cold winter night as we slow dance in the snow.