You smelt of winter, of the silvery mist at day break... of the bitter sweet hot chocolate in enormous white cups with snowflake patterns on them.
You walked in like molten sunshine over frozen window panes, lighting my gray December morning. I don’t remember what you wore or what we talked about or how long we just sat there.
But I remember... the warmth in your smiles, as the tinge of scarlet spread across the pale blue sky.
... the promises that were in your eyes, for the day that had just dawned.
And as I stood on tiptoes, with my head over your heart, I could not imagine a day that had a better beginning.
Perhaps Christmas just came early.