by Jon Coe

Created on: November 07, 2008

Her silk like fingers slid perfectly into the contours of my icy hand. As we walked along the wooded path to the river, I felt the pit of my stomach warm like a freshly lit lantern, then that feeling bubbled up into my heart and into my consciousness.

The moon suddenly brightened and as it did, a long shaft of pure silvery light shone through the trees, seemingly bathing and cleansing each step that we took. Sounds of crisp leaves crushing underfoot were muffled by the light that filled our eyes and the breath that we both shared.

As I stole a glimpse of Michelle's face, the moon's glow highlighted her chiseled features and made her look more beautiful than ever. Shadows of wind swept leaves danced across her forehead, her eyes sparkled like tinsel, I felt so excited to be sharing this moment with the woman I was falling in love with.

We knew that it was a good long walk to the river and we didn't mind one bit. The night was alive with magic, like the magic of Christmas Eve. But this night was our kindling, conjured up by two equally yoked human beings enlightened by the moon's presence.

Trodden down stones twinkled like stars, each imitating diamond crystals from a billion years, reflecting and glowing, changing with every turn and footstep. Branches brushing and clawing their way at the empty spaces, dipping and curtsying, allowing us by. The moon shone deeply in us, we talked a little, not saying much, there was no need to.

Skunks and badgers gave wide berth, skulking in the undergrowth, understanding the importance of our presence. Stars glimmered in the moon's forever widening skies, adding more dimension to the facets of our meandering purpose.

Approaching the chilly banks of the river, I removed my heavy winter's coat and draped it around Michelle's shoulders. She snuggled gracefully and lovingly within it's woolen security and held my hand tighter than ever. We sat down beside the water's edge and watched the stillness before us.

The moon light held court on the mirrored surface of the deep cold waters, casting it's image subtly as if not to intrude, but only to add to our romance. A duck swished by, rippling cascading images of moonlit silvery gold impressions, echoing of this night.

I turned slowly to Michelle and whispered into her, "I love you."

Michelle turned her head to mine, "I love you too."

With this, a commotion on the river, as if to applaud, spread like the sound of a falling tree landing comfortably upon an embankment of ivy. The sound of midnight

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