She called it the blue hour;
It was the most beautiful twilight I had ever seen.
We stood in the dark, by a window trimmed with golden oak,
and between the pines I felt the universe.
The snow, it glowed for us.
And as we awaited moonrise,
I staggered.
It was below freezing but
I was on fire.
I turned toward her;
she was my blue hour.
“I love you” she whispered as she caught me.
“Don’t let me go.”
She did.