Chapter 63: Winter
Blake placed a light kiss on Amys temple and slid out of bed. As he quietly dressed, she shifted slightly but didnt wake. He placed another couple of logs on the fire and let himself outside. The full moon reflected off the snow, lighting the forest like daytime. He easily picked up the trail, not needing his headlamp.
Snow crunched under his feet as he reached the fork in the path and took the trail leading to the left. Soon enough, he found himself in the clearing. He smiled, remembering Amys assessment. Its like a church or something. And it was.