We shall lean back, nestling against the comfort of a rock, nestling against each other, a fire burning protectively before us, warding off the cold which coats the land with white. Our sighs will come out as clouds of mist, our ears shall be assailed with the soft, even rhythm of our breaths, punctuated only by the crackling of the fire, and nothing else besides.
Our fingers shall curl to keep away the frost, and our tongues will taste the silence. There will be only the lights of the sky to keep us still, presenting a tranquility lost in the hum of city, in amongst the rabid race of hopes, desires and fears. Only here will we breath easily, feel the inner calm we each have the ability to call forth.
We shall lose ourselves to the comfort of the moment, letting the curtains of the sky fall, and veil us from the darkness.