She sat on the aged rosewood bench, enjoying the cooling freshness of a late windy November. Wrapped in a warm fuzzy cocoon of tartan and wool, she was quietly grateful for life as she watched Regents Park slowly turn into an oil painting of crimson and rouge. Autumn leaves fluttered in the breeze and the air was beautifully scented with mandarin blossoms and ash wood. A cup of hot chocolate mocha was all she needed now to turn this pristine moment into absolute bliss.
Her heart ached with bitter sweetness as she watched a young girl played on the park swing alone. Blonde ringlets swishing out of her tight pony tail, her gasps of laughter brought a smile to her face as she rocked in the winds. Time like all things left unnoticed, leaves us faster then we would have expected. 3 years have disappeared but awashed in such terrible grieve and misery then, it had all still felt like a second the day her life got drenched in black.
Arising from her reverie, she opened her eyes and realized that the dreadful bitterness in her core that had stayed resolutely intact since then had dissolved together with the time that had passed quickly. Memories were still etched deep but they were the ones that would bring her joy; a joy that made her grateful that she had been fortunate enough to have spent a chapter of her life with her, to have known a person so young yet so special that changed her life since her arrival till she left, instead of stubbornly grieving her loss. It would have been pointless and life had to move on.
She knew it would not be long now before she could allow herself the risk to fall in love again.
Standing up, she wrapped her tartan scarf tighter around her face and left, her heart a load lighter and an unseen angel hovering silently above in the evening skylight.
