My fingers intertwined in your fingers. My eyes fixed on yours. No movement at all. Neither in you, nor inme. Just eyes speak. Sometimes yours, sometimes mine. And a gust of chilly winter wind tousles your hair throwing some of your tresses on your eyes. And your eyes piercing through your tresses penetrate my heart. Engulfed in a mysterious silence we both reveal ourselves stark naked to each other and merge into each other.