Wearing winter's wardrobe it unfurls before us, a shimmering white carpet covering the remains of fallen autumn. A klieg moon draws dark blue shadows from white-capped boughs of Juniper and scrub Oak. The night air nips at my nose and scrubs my breath with steamy cleanliness, refreshing my nature, sparkling my eyes. Beneath the white enchantment of the halo moon, your hand warms my thoughts as our finger intertwine. In the muted silence of winter's cathedral, we are at peace. We are one, blue silhouettes; hand in hand on the hillside, watching winter's garden grow.