The snow fell quietly as they walked, talking of nothing, warming themselves in the fire of each other’s embrace. The unearthly silence surrounded them in a careful caress, watching over them with motherly eyes. The lies of the day were gone, far from the mind, and the blackened, barren trees bore the gentle snow as the lovers walked. The tracks behind them were isolated, sometimes blending into each other, melding into each other like the bones of people in love. They fit together perfectly, the perfect curves of love bending to accommodate the pain of life, exercising it from the body like an unwanted ghost. The snow fell, and they basked in the hushed world, twining together in endless happiness.