I looked out the window, up towards the sky beyond the trees in the backyard. You were floating in the air by the upper branches of the trees, wearing a long white dress like Moses. Your long hair was falling down from your shoulders like you usually wear it, the rays of the setting sun accentuating the blondness of your curls. You were smiling and waving your right hand at me.
It seemed like you were telling me to be patient until your return. Just like you were telling me on the phone last night when I told you I missed you: "the harder it is now, the sweeter it will be when I come back."