He lost his love years ago. For she - the time had been much shorter.

They'd both loved. They'd both lost.

It was grey. It was cold. It was damp. It was...their autumn.

The girl who was once but wind and air....who smelled of sweet pink spring blossoms - had found her perfect ground to walk on. A boy who had always been firmly rooted in the earth...had - at last - found himself his guiding light.

They stood - together. One leaning into another. Limbs intertwined...hands clasped. Two lonely hearts. Looking forwards...and into their long and happy winter.