My heart in my chest, and the sweet tingling like someone was filling the hollow of my ribs with champagne. Lying there, your breath over my face, your smile curling into mine, your hands and lips on my shoulder, my neck, my lips... Whispering to you and shaking with a quiet, secret kind of laughter, and how much I love to touch you so that you shudder. The shadows deepen, blacken, and the sun lifts its head from the cobweb of night as I sway with you, unbalanced. Your hand in mine, my hand in yours, and you're gone.

I tried to take in a heavy, deep breath, as if I was filling my chest with nectar.

The sweetest of all - the encroaching threat of sleep. To be lured away into a world of dreams. A thick, nectareous, golden light, and the world below wrapped away in the sheerest mist. The clouds, the sky, all suspended together in a single, deep harmony.

A cool, cloudy October morning. Winter's knocking on the door, one hand raised, beard frosted with mist.
It's so strange how things can change so fast.
How I was always searching for fulfillment, and how it's not quite as I imagined it, and how I'm thinking too much and looking too far into the dark, like shining a light into the abyss, nothing, veiled, unknowable.
How life always, in ways subtle or obvious, surprises you.