Late Afternoon, Broken Clouds, 39F/4C
The agouti Lennox woman had been here once before, just a little over a year ago. So much had changed in her life since that day, but something about today had made her feel like visiting her friend. Only, she couldn’t. Because Colette was dead. And they had not even been that close of friends, but for Finley who held everyone at a comfortable distance - a polite distance where things were clean and not messy - even the short time they had spent together and letting her in a little bit had been a big deal. Being vulnerable had not been easy for either of them, but they had managed to do it on occasion, together.
Colette wasn’t buried here, but this place had a feeling like she was being watched over, in a comforting way, so it felt as good of a place as any. Laying in the center of the clearing, Finley took a deep breath and let it out with a long slow sigh. The snows were gone, even this deep in the forest, and instead green grass had sprouted, and lavender plants were beginning to peek through but they were months away from being in full blossom. Still, the clearing smelled fresh and floral, and comforting. I miss you my friend, even if you would have hated me saying that.