Curled against the wind, our bodies entwined, the heat of our hearts act as a coat warmer than a fleece. The wind whips at tail ends and scarf threads, like angry snakes in a pit, like lashes against our cold flesh.
We are offered a lift home. We could pay for a taxi or walk to a friends house, but we don’t. We stay where we are, never feeling closer. And never being as close again. Everything changes after this night.
So we enjoy this time together, while we can.
Harry Daniel 