The scent of pine and autumn lay softly in the cool crisp air.
“Come with me”, his soft whisper mixes with the calls of nature like a love song only I can hear.
He has a calming sense about him, making me feel at peace in his presence.
I take a step forward and the air turns stale and frigid.
“No. Stay here, with me.”
His voice is deep and raspy, sending a shudder through my spine.
I turn and look to see cold darkness.
No longer is the scent of pine and autumn.
No longer is the love song.
No longer am I at peace.
‘He is right’, I start to think, taking a step back.
“Come with me”, the love song breaks through.
I look forward, to the calm openness.
I take a deep breath and a sigh of relief,
As I take his hand and step forward into the open field of hope and dreams.