11/26/05

A beautiful fall day, walking along a mountainous trail. Leaves dance on the forest floor before my feet, and my eye catches a glistening beam of red. Bending closer, I found a beautiful tendril of red hair, dancing in the breeze among leaves of like color. Sweeping the leaves aside, pushing aside the soft earth – there lay an eternally sleeping beauty, brutally cut down in her prime, and unceremoniously buried along a forest path.