As the fall season deepens, she is always remembering the beautiful things about her life, even those that ended in tragic sorrow. It is so hard to be unhappy when the world outside is so incredibly striking.
When she left that morning, the world was just waking up. The blue-black was lifting softly, slowly, though the frost left its blanket over everything. In an hour, the sun would show herself.
As she descended the steps, the click of her heels made soft echoes and her heavy coat swished like it was the most natural scene in the universe. She wasn't alone and yet, she knew someplace inside, that it was only her mind that was keeping her company that day. Life would never be the same.
And the world felt electrified, fuzzed over like the natural skin of a peach or the brush of a familiar cheek. Had it really only been five hours? She could still feel the lightswitch, could still feel desperation on her lips. Had she really needed this long? Is this what made it all complete?
She was never sure. As she drove that morning, headed nowhere on a familiar road, she knew it would never be the same after that. She was turned over, her mind changed,...never to return to its original setting again.
And it was the loveliest she'd ever felt.
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