winterlust

She rubbed the steam off the window with her sleeve to look out the window of her winter cabin to view the January sun setting through the pine. For the first time in a couple of hours she stood still........holding a full glass of wine, chilled in the snowdrift by the door. She swallowed her first sip and took a deep breath, inhaling some fresh confidence. It may happen.

Inside, the fire had taken the chill out of the room, replacing it with an alluring warmth of twilight. Candles flickered on the hearth and the table set for a late dinner. The background music, a compilation of her favourites lulled her into believing that it may happen.

It had been a month since she impulsively sent him a handwritten invitation in the mail. Well, it seemed impulsive but in retrospect, she had been wanting to share a romantic night with him, away from city realities...............suspended in time. Her note had been specific about the time and place, but brief in expectations. She had wanted the invitation to tickle his own imagination, to leave him with a sense of intrigue........enough to pull him into her world with the desire to explore the mystery. He had not replied. She had asked him not to..........she simply wanted to offer the invitation and if he was interested, he knew when and where to find her.

She took another long sip of her wine......................Van Morrison's Irish Heartbeat began to play.....it was their song and it sounded as fresh as it did the first time they dance to it over 20 years ago. As if on key, she heard the snow crunching under tire sound of a car slowly coming up the plowed driveway.........headlights sweep through the windows as the car stops beside the cabin. The engine sound disappeared, followed by the clunk of the car door slamming shut. She turned to face the cabin door smiling as she heard the stamping of feet to dust off clinging snow.

The door opened, he breezed into the warm cabin............his arms filled with an overflowing bouquet of tulips...........knowing these were her favourites. He took in the romantic touches she had added to their cabin in the woods. With a big twinkling grin on his face, he turned to his life and dance partner.........and asked.......

"Can I have this dance?"

*****for more sunday scribblings..................on this week's prompt............fantasy..............********