Vignette of a dream
Do you know perfection?
I didn't, until I sat by his side on that mountaintop, ice wind biting our ankles as the sunrise beamed around us like a million shards of stained glass. His right arm clutching my shoulder, my left around his waist, his ethereal warmth breathing life into my skin where our bodies made contact. We were boxed within endless sky, mounds of majestic rock in every direction, pine trees and thousand-foot valleys, all blanketed in snow, all stained brilliant orange. Beside all of it, we were so small. We were sparrows in passing; we were specks of nothing.
Yet, at the same time, we were everything.
If to have everything w