One October day Justin found himself sitting in the park thinking about his relationship with Brian.  Jewel colors glowed unexpectedly bright against the hazy sunshine and although the crisp breeze carried a hint of ice, he felt snuggly warm.

‘It’s like Fall,’ he mused. ‘Sometimes undefined and misty, but sometimes almost unbearably vivid.  And even when it’s cold on the outside, somehow inside it’s warm and safe.’

Brian arrived then with a grunted greeting and his kiss was brisk and unemotional, but he carefully tucked his lover’s scarf more snugly into place.

‘Warm on the inside,’ Justin grinned to himself.


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