I lean on the blue windowsill; icy blue like the wind. His arms are around me, I can smell his smell. Sitting on his lap; mist licks the mountain like his breath on my neck. The rain comes to kiss me. Roses, roses, a ring of rosy showered with rhinestones. Our secret, private moment open to the world. Hard in soft, a tight embrace. In the place that neverwas before, we are like now. Happy. Shiny. Warm. Yesternow and I smell roses.