Dusk slips ever quicker into the day like a stream slowly passing through bracken covered peat. Dark and fluidly agile it winds around the land and slowly light dims to reveal hues of the coming cold night’s touch. Then comes indigo night sky to hang in silence shedding tears of rain over all that would venture forth into the cold. Yet safe within the warmth comes the thought that I would face the cold and the rain for you…always. For in loving you the last thing I shall ever care for will be me.