in the end

Gold and fire reach up to an old greying face, visions of beauty and death encircling one another. A thin wind chills your bones as you shudder at the intensity it holds. Look ahead to possibilities of soft white blankets wrapping themselves into every corner and the knowledge that a downpour of tears will whisk them all away. Lean into one another to grab ahold of every last bit of warmth that radiates from our souls. Eyes search for the secrets within, knowing this is for but a brief moment in time.