all that matters is we were there at that time, and when it mattered we did the things that made it happen.
the snow fell soft and in delicate flurries, their wide crystal formations loosely holding onto the surrounding trees. the winds came over the mountain and swept like a sweet caress through the town, until finding its way to the slope where the house stood and rested nestled in the dark pocket of the woods.
we found light in each other, suspended reality for days while a collective sense of revelry and camaraderie permeated through usual daily woes.
a good time, a happy time, and one easily archived for easy recall when times go dark.
take care, be kind and honest, truthful and open to all possibilities. even the consideration is powerful in of itself.