She was aware that it has changed little over the years. Yes, there are potions and learned explanations. But do they count for much when your body does not respond to your will, does not respect your wishes, does not radiate in the presence of a loved one?
Illness is a little death, a precursor loneliness of the ultimate solitude to come. Too soon.
Bring me back once more, good Doctor. One more time. A walk outside, however brief, where the air is bright and moving and breeze borne birdsongs please the ear and heart. A greeting from one passing, "Ah, lovely lady, you are as I always remember you."
Another autumn day of orange light. The grey winter evening comes so swiftly.
Thanks to The Mag.