Copyright 2012 Lyn
The horse followed a narrow trail that spiraled up the mountain. Spotlights had been strategically placed in the snow, lighting the path without detracting from the magical ambience. The trail grew ever steeper, and suddenly they were in a small clearing. Michael pulled back the reins, and Ginger immediately came to a halt.
Kat gasped. “Oh, my God, Michael. It’s incredible.”
The view honestly took her breath away. The moon was almost full, and it had risen to light the gray night with the help of a million stars. White mountains piggybacked each other, ridge after ridge. In the dimness Kat could barely make out the outline of clumps of trees. She felt special yet utterly insignificant at the same time.
Michael put his arms around her and pulled her near. She could smell the musky, clean scent of him, and she was surprisingly warm and comfortable. Despite the past two years, it felt…right.