She stands alone, pensive and still, despite the unexpectedly cold rain. Steamy wisps of a suddenly disappearing summer rise from the freshly turned earth. A paper cone of mourning flowers limps soggily from her hand.
How does a season change so abruptly? Joy become sorrow? Excited visions of tomorrows displaced by haunting images of yesterdays.
Fate moves with shocking speed. But she remains steadfast in its vortex, fearing any step forward will disconnect memories.