‎"This kind of love - it is an organic thing. 

Its footfall is quiet - like a camel's in the desert. Or the thick, white, silence of snow. 

And It waits - in the deep of the eyes, until that moment It is finally seen. 

And this kind of love, it means standing tall in the bare wind. 

Even as the clouds disband, even as the warm sun finally claims you - yes - even then."

(Em Claire)