She sat outside in the cold morning chill sipping her coffee as the cup warmed her hands. It was amazing to see the bright, twinkling contrast of the stars on the deep, dark sky. The stars were visible even though winter snows had begun with just a few flurries this morning and as she watched the stars a few snowflakes drifted down coating her lashes.

It was still dark there in her valley. Her moist body was still cooling from dreams that allowed little sleep during the night and she shivered. There had been no conversation the night before and her lover had seemed curt and anxious to be off the phone; his voice stern and cold. She liked it when his voice had depth and authority as he instigated sexual play on the phone but now so many questions lay unanswered in her mind.

Her emotions whirled like the snowflakes tumbling in the dawning breeze. She felt like she was caught in a frozen snowdrift much like the one she could see by the rock wall. Perhaps this would become another fantasy that would not climax in joining of bodies but would be locked forever in her mind.

She would carry hope for a while and then.....well there is always some end to every story whether it reaches fulfillment in fact or remains fiction. Eventually her psyche fractured into crystals of ice and became the swirling, drifting, frozen elements....forever lost in a whirlpool of emotion.