On a cold winters night there stood a lone figure huddled against the blowing wind. The weight of the world resting upon her shoulders, or so it felt. A stranger approached and offered her his hand. He smiled, but said nothing to her. There was something about him, like an aura, a light, a warmth, or was it love? Somehow she found the energy to take his hand and step forward. After what seemed like a few steps she was at her home. She turned to say thank you for his help, but in that second he had completely disappeared from her sight. As she moved to go inside her home, on opening the door she felt that same feeling as if he had already been there before her. But how could he have been there? xx