Skating Party Reflection

The November evenings were really vaticinating a gelid winter.
The bonfire was intelligently structured and burned flamboyantly; reminding the denizens of Willow Bunch the greatness of warmth. Here and there a few lucky sparks would break loose from the ordinary; but its negligible brilliance was instantaneously devoured by the endless dark, vanishing into nothingness.
I glanced around as I exerted to tighten my skates. Eunice was breathtaking as always. The caliginous light of the blaze seemed to have overlaid her graceful visage with an untraceable veil of mystique. I was blessed by every minute of her presence---I should be, for we have recently engaged to wed at Christmas. I gently held on to her impeccable hands as we led the participants of the skating party onto the expansive ice. Her exquisite figure was embraced by a luxurious coat with velvety hare fur adeptly stitched to the cuff, fending her from the frore weather of early winter.
Delia did not react noticeably to the ...