Shadows lay softly across the ground, begging quietly for warmer sun. Winter had been too long, plants left brown and dead, unsure of when their days could officially be considered “spring.” Gillian lay quietly among them, absorbing what little light she could get before the clouds from the north once again blanketed the sky. She wanted to stay here, silent, until a new day arrived. It had all been too much. Left alone with her thoughts, she couldn’t help but wonder where she’d be if everything had happened differently.