He pulled the door shut, the cold winter air spun around him as the snow drove hard against his tired frame. She watched him through the aching window panes as the tail lights of his truck disappeared through the trees.

A hundred miles of road stretched behind his old truck as the daylight faded into blackness. He stopped at an old weather worn truck stop outside of Lincoln.

The waitress smiled as she poured him a cup of black coffee. Her eyes flashed with a glint and he missed her as he stared out into the darkness.

A million miles away, a few feet, the ache wouldnt leave his core. A rambling man, always on the move, maybe one trip too many. He wasnt sure.

Colorado beckoned him still, and he found the road, just an endless black that wandered aimlessly through the mountains.

Finally he stopped, a small cabin in the woods. It stood against the falling snow that had never left him as he travelled. He fell to his knees at a small stone, with just a simple cross etched in it.

"When i close my eyes i see you, no matter where i am, i smell your perfume through these whisperin pines"

He put his hands on the stone, and stared into the snow.