Sliding Toward Love

Emily stopped at the crest of the hill. She had left later than was wise, and had skied the last couple of miles in quickly falling light. The truth may have been that she had left late on purpose. The truth may have been that she liked having the trail to herself. The truth may have been that she loved the stillness that came after the sun went down. The truth may have been that she loved how the beam of her headlamp danced across the trees. The truth may have been that the way the snow Porno 64

lit up like tiny fireworks when the beam of light hit each crystal, filled her heart with joy.Emily lingered. She sensed everything all at once. The power of her heart pulsed in her neck. There was a slight, pleasant burn in her throat from breathing the cold air. A single droplet of sweat worked its way down her chest, tickling her. A high breeze whirred through the very top of the trees, freeing Konulu Porno crystals to slowly fall in search of her lamp. Her legs were pleasantly swollen with blood. A sliver of moon inched above the mountains, revealing a few clouds against a mostly clear, indigo sky. She felt strong. She felt brave.There was a time when she skied to get away. She used to ski to flee anxiety and undeserved shame. Now, she skied toward things; toward the future; toward Porno İndir happiness. In this moment, on this hill, with the moon exactly as it was, and the snow crystals dancing, she had found it.She saw a light swaying at the bottom of the hill. She smiled to herself. He was swinging their old Coleman lamp, slowly, back and forth. He had come to the trailhead looking for her.He worries. He’s a worrier.  It’s sweet. I used to be a worrier, too. Emily understood. She played what was about to happen, in her mind.I will ski down to him. He will scold me for taking chances. I will reassure him. He will wrap me in his arms and practically toss me into the truck. When we get to the cabin the fire will be crackling. The kitchen will smell of roasting chicken.