there was a place that I lived, where there were great big Saucer Magnolia trees that would reach gracefully into the April skies. Their pink thick petals stretched open and full. It reminded me of cold dark skies and having to rush home quickly after school before nightfall. The crisp rush of the cool night air, and thick clouds of smoke billowing out of the brick chimneytops. Was this Colorado? Or here? I don't remember. All that I remember was that she was there. Smiling, laughing, gregarious and full of life. We were together.
