Meeting with friends

To wander a moor is an enchantment that both warms and chills, and that day was no different. Within the desolation, within a wintry wind, heather blossoms leapt as bonny flames. The sun hugged low to the hills, either rising or setting, I can’t recall which. You’d think I would, wouldn’t you? Because that is the day we met, he and I. Upon that silver-green expanse, so kissed with ‘top of the rainbow’ hues, his silhouette grew details. As our eyes met, my lungs took in the fresh air to maximum and my heart gained a lively rhythm.