The whispers danced around her; flitting and flickering like sunlight on river pebbles. Their love heavy and rich upon her. Peace came on the wings of butterflies and glint of twinkle lights. She was empty and completely full. She made her way. Each step lighter than the one before. The Universe opened up to meet her. Sinking in and in until they were one. Until there was nothing left to do but float away.

“It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters in the end.”  – Ernest Hemingway