When the Darkness was Gone

When the darkness was over, when the darkness had gone, it was like a new world out there once more. The trees were turning from cold grey sentinels back into green life and there were the early spring flowers too, bringing back colour to this once-dead world. When you turned eyes-closed to face towards the sun there was a feeling of warmth, of life.

When she came to me in the night, her body was no longer cold, shivering. She no longer clung to me, needing my warmth, my heat. Now she wrapped herself around me with her usual languid grace, not with urgency, a need to hold on to me to keep the cold at bay, but with another - more human – urgency; the need for closeness.

The day were beginning to spread too, out into the mornings, pushing the dawn further and further back into what had been the night. Now, we were awoken by birdsong and sunlight, rather than the freezing cold and the moaning wind. The evenings too, grew longer and we could feel ourselves relaxing, stretching out from the cramped, cold huddling of winter.

It seemed as though we, as with the rest of the world, were opening up, unfolding out of winter into the new brighter spring, as though everything was beginning once again.