The wind shifted through the trees. The sense of her was everywhere. Flowers smelled in the sort of way that captured me and set me right there in the center of all of it.
Whispers tore at my heart. Time was the one force that commands us all. The moon will come in a second. A piece of the sun is in all of us.
“Try as hard as you can,” she sings in the spaces between the trees.
“I will, I promise.” I declared to the doves that spread the seeds. “I will not be afraid.”