We kept watching the mesmerizing sky. Millions of emerald slivers were suspended above us, spinning and swirling. He and I, each dreaming our own private dreams. I thought about how I would never forget this moment and how it might be the highlight of my time in Alaska. I was happy to be here, not falling into an eternal sleep under the trees, but alive, with Sean, looking up at a dancing doorway. On the other side – heaven. As euphoria flooded my eyes, body, and brain, I noticed my head was resting on Sean’s right arm. I wondered what he was thinking as he looked toward the dancing green lights. I looked up at him, even though everything inside me told me not to. He looked away from the green lights and into my green eyes. There he stayed for only a traceable manmade minute, but for an eternity he will remain in my soul.
In that moment, I felt the snow melt into a sea of warm water, rising from our feet and reaching our hearts. We were floating. My head was spinning. This was not happening. The dark whispering trees morphed into a thousand-people-chorus singing a song I had never heard with my ears, but my soul recognized. My sigh released steam into the air that hissed when it met the melting water of my dreams. A muffled cry followed – the sound of released sadness submerged in the melted virgin snow. Not all of my breathe was dispersed to the wind or the water. Sean leaned toward me, inhaled my breathe, making it his own. Then we kissed. Two cold lips instantly warmed by a rising and surprising passion. I let myself sink deeper into the warm water. I don’t know if this is love, but I know in his arms I feel safe, even if I fall too far.