Rising Sun Valley Dear Fellow Traveller

He revolves around her in silver banners until his face finally centers over her own.

Beautiful.

Her breaths skip fast, her blood simmers. Set alive by only a few words as he lowers himself to the earth beside her.

Her eyes meet his, she arcs herself forward to brush with her lips at the corner of his smile- the softest of kisses, and not under any guise of feigned confidence. Just her.

She pulls back to grin. "you're... different."

Different in that she wishes him near. That she hopes the snowstorm will beat on forever.