Missing

The heavy winter draperies were closed, not allowing any taste of sunshine in the parlor of the house. She, poised at the doorway, stared into the room remembering times of shared conversation laughs, glasses of brandy as they were sipped by the winter fire. Summer, now upon her, leaves her with no hope as winter claimed her companionship with icy fingers. She closed the door going about her day as each day passes and hopefully time will make it easier. but for now, she will always remember.