It was a match made in heaven, drawn up by the gods before time itself. The only thing way Darren could survive these grey autumn days, shaded be intermediate temperatures and indeterminate precipitation, was the bright warmth of a large fire. The only way that Lisa could survive the oppression of shortening daylight and growing shadows was to harvest fuel for those fires.
They stood before the flames, an eternal couple, side-by-side, hand-in-hand. The warmth washed over them as the light seeped into their eyes. The rich, bitter-sweet smell soaked through from the outside in, and then eased its way back to the surface, saturating them with simple satisfaction.
Darren smiled. Lisa smiled. The expression was serene and content. This was a moment of harmony, of being pleasantly at peace with their place in the universe, not a time for giddy exultation in the simple act of nature which raged before them.
“Thank you,” Darren said softly.
“You're welcome,” Lisa said. “I'm glad you like it.” She looked down at the ground and gently pushed a man's hand back into the fire. “This when they mean by a perfect moment.”
It was a match made in heaven, drawn up by the gods before time itself. The only thing way Darren could survive these grey autumn days, shaded be intermediate temperatures and indeterminate precipitation, was the bright warmth of a large fire. The only way that Lisa could survive the oppression of shortening daylight and growing shadows was to harvest fuel for those fires.
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Darren smiled. Lisa smiled. The expression was serene and content. This was a moment of harmony, of being pleasantly at peace with their place in the universe, not a time for giddy exultation in the simple act of nature which raged before them.
“Thank you,” Darren said softly.
“You're welcome,” Lisa said. “I'm glad you like it.” She looked down at the ground and gently pushed a man's hand back into the fire. “This when they mean by a perfect moment.”