To whom My Heart Concerns

The wind is howling, and whipping up the fabric awning of the terrace.

We can see the sea from our humble abode. It's crashing up against the rocks, the spray flung up higher than the surrounding buildings. We watch in awe, as it begins to rain.

The raw, cold gusts hit my cheeks as we stand, huddled together. It's time to batton down the hatches. We go inside, locking doors and closing shutters. They rattle softly against the windows. Spanish houses were not build for these weathers, but we're well accustomed to these bad climates. A pile of fresh smelling logs sits beside the fire place.

We perch on the floor, and begin assembling a base.

It's such a beautiful moment, a static excitment in my stomach, filled with warmth and love. We light the fire, and gather the appropriate chairs.

Nustled up as close as we can get to the fire, and eachother.

It's catching alight, the pine smoke pluming up the chimney. It smells delightful, wafting up my nostrils. I can feel the heat expanding, and radiating towards us.

I'm so relaxed and at peace with the raging world.

It's just us, and the fire. Closed in for the night, ready to begin again tomorrow.

For now, we will relish in these cosy comforts, and our shared love.

We gingerly chat, appreciating our peace and these soft moments.

The fire flicks, and spits. It crackles, and pops. Something that cannot be tamed, but here we sit with our very own stack of rebelious burning blaze. It fills me with hope, knowing we can face anything, together.

Together we grow and heal through our past wounds.

This connection is so special to me.

There's something magic here. Something so special, I can't quite put my finger on it.

I just know, that I'm where I'm supposed to be.

I'm consumed, head-over-heels in love. It's more than love, it's life.

It's a connection. A connection to this beautiful soul, who understands, who cherishes.

Who lets me be the most me I can be, and I for him.

We stack the fire high, as high as our tender devotions, as high as our minds will allow.

We just sit, in a mutual silence now. Comfortably quiet, just enjoying the warmth of the fire, filling our hearts with as much of these enchanting moments as we can hold.

When the fire dies down, we're left with the burning embers of eachother.

Ready to sleep. Ready to live. Ready to love.

Blissfully happy.