Remembering

Bare branches reached toward the dark grey sky, she stood alone, thinking. Remembering people in it. Remembering the faces that she dared to love with all her heart. The times when their kind words meant the world to her and lifted her spirit. The moments she shared of what was in the inner most circles of her mind. Ideas she bestowed and solutions planned out. Her dark hair brushed her cheek to call her attention back to the present. The breeze pushed around her pale dress trying to persuade her to continue forward. The sun was setting and the forest denizens were settling down. As she resolved to take a step forward, a single onyx raven sailed by, cawed her a single note and tapped her shoulder, giving her strength and a reminder that she was ready for this venture.