At the heart of blazing summertime some individuals are only able to feel their darkest sorrows that mirror the cold loneliness of the harshest of winters. This is a short story about a woman's thoughts as she takes a walk to visit her recently departed fiance's final resting place high on a hill in the countryside during a humid August evening.
Born in Flint, MI and raised in the mountains of western NC, I am a mix of north and south. I write about love, love held but now lost and anything that inspires and strikes up the fires of imagination in me.