I look around as the whistling winds howling through the leaves covering the branches ceases, so suddenly, almost shockingly. I listen, in hopes that she will return. I wait, watching the sky. Then, a single bird appears, and her wings slice through the sky like a warm knife through butter. So graceful is the bird. I watch intently, as if I am looking for something. But there is nothing. Suddenly, a hand appears on my shoulder. I just smile, for I know who it is. And we stare softly into the distance and watch as the sun sets, until the last star appears in the night sky.