Tales and Journeys

At their feet, lights were dancing along the path, illuminating it in a reddish light. Above their heads, the sky was speckled with stars, save the shroud of a few dark clouds. The couple skipped along, holding hands. The chill of the autumn air made their cheeks burn, but that was only another sensation to savour — like the soft reaction of the trodden soil, broken by occasional roots and harder ground; like the sound the flames made when they bent and twisted; like the sight of the swaying trees, or silhouettes of trees, beyond the reach of the light. All of it, together, made this into a night they would never ever forget.

She stumbled, but he caught her in a heartbeat. Laughing, she hugged him and then dragged him on, nearly making him stumble this time. By now, they had long forgotten why they were hurrying. It was not so important anymore. The most important thing now, was that the path did not end.