The season was turning, soon it would be colder. The waiting would be harder then. In a month the ground will be covered with snow and she will have to wait next to the tree, standing. Or behind the tree when the wind picks up. She would have to remember to bring some warm tea while she waits and her favorite scarf and gloves.

She has watched the solstice of the sun change for so many seasons. How the shadows will shorten and disappear over the hills as morning fades. Each month the shadows are slightly different. She has learned to see the subtle difference over time. At least now she can sit on the grass warmed by the morning sun.

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