Saturday at dusk, snow fell outside the window while on the glimmering screen Aragorn bid Boromir, "Be at peace."
Friends grew misty-eyed, sitting with Tim and me near the crackling wood stove. No matter the repeat views, we grieved. And hummed the masterful music.
Shivering when our friends left for home, we cuddled again near flames, chocolate kisses in our tummies. My lovely man slept a while on cushions before he had to go. Uncovered Fox satellite receptors don't do well in snow. He went to clean the dishes.
I burrowed beneath sheets and blankets, imagining true winter colors remaining for days. I knew they'd really be gone by morning.