The fading sun drops slowly to the horizon turning the sky to flame and pearl and opal which scatters over the ice. Light blazes and ripples in a glory of rainbowed colours reflecting and re-reflecting from the mirrored surfaces and casting across the frosted metal of the deck.
“It's.... astonishing,” she murmurs. “I've never seen anything like it. It’s like Fairyland out there.”
“Yes, I wanted you to see this.”
The sun falls and fades. Light drains away. The colour washes into the dark and shadow rises; a darkling light. The landscape is a changeling as blueness steals the ice, melting to sapphire, opal and jet….
And as night falls, we draw into Helsinki Harbour.
“Larry, thank you. That was…. unbelievable.” She brushes her lips to mine.
That simple contact, so small a thing, and yet
