-“I cast a spell on you…” the musical notes fade softly, leaving only meaning. He thinks of her and smiles. He recalls the scene from a movie, in which, in a long shot, a woman walks across the screen, stopping only to press play. It left an impression, the song. He wants to share it with her. He keeps hearing it throughout the day, each time he feels their spirits touch, and its there, on his lips, behind every word they share.
The sun lingers on the lazy horizon as the wind sweeps through the canyons. They stand, the two, caught in the beauty of the landscape. He holds her, his arm around her, gently bringing her closer into his space and she rests her head on his chest. ‘I like this.’ He smiles and takes it all in, the landscape, the horizon, her. The sweet scent that follows her into his presence, the aura that dances with his, even as they stand overlooking the world around them. There’s beauty here. She is.
The cold breeze sweeps through them. She shivers. He puts his arms around her waist and draws her close. The warmth between them. It’s almost magical. Their faces touch. So soft. Those muscles tug at him and he smiles. His arms tighten. Their hands in each other’s warmth. Clasped. She shivers, still. The smoke spirals off in the wind. He takes her hand and they walk back to his car. And it’s her warmth he’s concerned about. He has an affinity.
He opens the door and watches her get in. The muscles, still. His face lit by her presence. There’s something beautiful here. As he walks to the driver side, the thoughts twirl in his mind. The ignition starts, the clutch in drive and his hand goes searching for hers, he can’t help it. Having her near, he wants to feel her warmth. She smiles as they drive off. A dreamy look in her eyes, or maybe he’d just like to believe it’s there. It’s her energy.
It’s a new day, the last of a long year that has brought much and taken much. As he holds her hand, his smile mounted, he looks back and if for no other reason, it’s been a wonderful year. There’s a warmth and a beauty he never wants to be apart from. The car glides through the streets the clouds heavy backdrop and the wind chill of a year ending. And there’s a warmth in the space between them and a sweetness, not his own, but his own, perhaps. In the back of his mind, he remembers the times before in his life in which he imagined happiness as a long drive with someone special. He glances at her, as the car proceeds through the hills, a taste of that drive, in this moment.
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