I took a walk today, and I met someone along the way.
She was wearing a long white dress, no shoes, with a bright yellow flower in her hair.
We walked awhile, wending our way leisurely down the path as the wind blew warm laughter through the leaves and the light danced with shadow, waltzing in circles around our feet.
We spoke no words.
Everything we needed to say passed between us in heartbeats and the crunch of pebbles beneath our feet.
As we walked along, the trees began to change. The sunlight grew thin and the leaves began their dying dance toward the expectant earth.
I looked over at her, but she had changed too. She was now striking in a black dress, with lips painted deep crimson and a black hat that dipped down and covered her eyes.
The path became uneasy now. The air grew colder, the surroundings increasingly barren until all I could see were tree skeletons and the unspoken words my breath left like crystals on the frigid air.
I looked back again, but she was gone.
Nothing left but her name, the word, left like a faint whisper of gold dust in the air.