There is a story here. Write it for yourself; craft it as you like. This I know: in the time that passed between the taking of these images, a life ended, a final breath was drawn.
Tonight I see with new eyes that in her leaving, she made a path. One, across the evening sky; another, a come hither welcome, so joyful in its randomness.
How I marvel at it all, how she washes us in color and light.