The mild winter sun glowed - blanketing everything in gold and orange, adding further to the Serenity of that winter eve.
A soft cold breeze flowing past us; kissing my cheeks and tip of nose red, and fluttering with your coal black hair.
The clamor around was mild, as people stood sparsely crowded in groups after today's event.
And there stood you and I; right in the midst; holding hands; gloating the joy of those fleeting moments of our short tryst. Though breeze bore tinge of cold, but warmth of our touch made us oblivious to it's crispness around.
We both a lot to say. A lot to tell, yet we both stood silent, enjoying anddevouring each other's essence.
A loud buzz broke us out of our trance, as we come back to the reality: soon it would be dark - time to bid farewell.
Without saying much we both took our leave. Tuned, smiling unconsciously and Wondering: "When would we meet again?"