Northern_Lights_2014

purple knit mittens. They were the ones that were worn by an elementary student a long time ago. He got up from the bench and looked at her directly. He was clean cut now and she could see his square shaped face, rosy with color. A small smile framed those dark, murky eyes from before. And now, turned into crystal, were these aqua opals. She knew they were there all along from her past. She didn’t speak. Tears only fell from her face and the wind blew softly, following its trail to the Atlantic. He broke the silence, “Hello.” Her face squinted. She broke out into a heartfelt laugh, one that almost made her cry even more. Her make up smearing, her heart, racing with rapture, “Hello . . .” The snow had been falling, not too long ago. Back to Contents 21