Two lovers hold hands,

they let go of each others hands,

they watch, they laugh, they experience.

Two lovers cannot take it anymore,

they find a secret hiding place,

they steel a long and passionate kiss.

THE END...BECAUSE THEY MUST WAIT TO CONTINUE THIS LATER!

This photo was taken by an old friend this winter, and I loved it so much, that I was inspired to write the piece below. I was hoping someone could do something with this, like expand it by putting it to music, adding more photos, or an annimation, etc.. :) The piece is based on the phoot, and I created the story around it.

WHEN DARKNESS FALLS, EVIL LURKS! 

Blinded, you walk ahead, trying very hard not to fall.

The road ahead is treacherous.

Snow, ice, and pitch dark are all that is seen ahead,

the terrain is dangerous, but you must get away.

You try to protect yourself from the cold and snow,

so you put your arm in front of your eyes,

but the cold stings like a thousand knives.

Your body is overwhelmed with pain from the freezing cold.

There is a moment of relief.

You see a house, and some street lights shining to the right,

and to the left of you up ahead.

You wonder if you will make it there through the darkness?

It’s thick white a white blanket of obstacles;

what was once pretty and a source of fun as a child, is now the very thing standing in the way of your very survival.

Now you look up,

and all that you see are tress so menacing

that they make you run as fast as you can through the heavy terrain.

Never once have tress affected you like this.

They were always symbols of warmth and sunshine coming, symbolic of lazy days of rest, and the true beauty and life of nature.

All you can do now is get away from them as fast as you can.

Your legs are heavy and weak.

They’re are not taking you far, despite all your effort.

You keep stumbling all the way up the path.

If only you can get to that house. That is your sanctum.

You keep running, your legs moving faster, but you’re still making little progress.

You keep telling yourself to keep moving.

You fall, stumbling along the way, looking back every few feet.

Are you being followed?

You need to get to that house. Can it be getting closer now? You’re not sure if it’s your mind playing tricks on you, but it appears to be within your reach.

The pain is excruciating,

but you have to push on. That house, and safety, are just ahead.

You can see better now, as the street lights are getting closer, too. Then a sound, a crunching sound, is heard from behind you. It’s getting louder.

You dare not look, because you know that the sound is feet making their way through the snow.

It is ever so close now.

You muster up the last bit of energy that you have,

and then thrust yourself forward with as much force as you can.

You fall at the front door of the house.

Can you get inside?

Will a locked door be the very thing that causes your demise?

Your frozen quivering hand reaches for the door knob, and…

SUCCESS!

You throw your body inside the house, slamming the door shut,

and then immediately pull your self up to latch the lock shut.

You body slides slowly down the wall,

sweating from the heat of the house, and from fear.

Your eyes are closed, but when you open them, you only notice the tall old man staring down at you with curious eyes.

“Are you OK, Young Lady?” He reaches his hand out to help you up,

but all you can do is collapse in a flood of tears on the floor.