There was an overlook. My car sat and I stood beside looking afar. Clouds were there, over the valley. She was gone. There were no sounds except for the wind and I  couldn’t tell where my breath started and the wind began. There were mountains on the other side, far and away, as they will say and this was reality. The Sun was behind the clouds. It started to break through the gold lined gray-blue and reach out to the valley, as light is apt to do. Is there a reason hidden in this changing of seasons? This was fall and the leaves were preparing their final stand against a fate of winter weather and whether or not they lasted, they could be assured a spot in my memory. This moment is eternal, as long as I am me this imprint will not leave and neither will she. There was a kind of comfort, but in truth I was still alone and there is no simple song for me to sing to bring back all of the things that I have lost.
              The overcast sky sent its light and its lambent gaze brought to the fore all of the things I hadn't taken notice of. There was a war here, a struggle against a some kind of fate. The leaves were violent and as the sun hit the scene I saw patches of the valley forest start to illuminate. Where the light touched- the leaves burned. They burned with bold brilliance and in that instant I saw the beauty of that fatalistic fight. I turned around. Behind me the shafts of light reached out to more and more of the valley, as if being taken in by the grasping hand of God.