She wears her red pea-coat elegantly, with a dark blue scarf around her neck. Walking underneath the setting sun, footprints falling into the blue waterline. A well manicured lawn at our backs and marigolds rising from their garden rising green stems against the backdrop of autumn-aged yellow treetops. She stops and says, her words perfect like amethyst, about the blue gradients of sky we share, yet regret-filled and violet. Footprints falling into the blue waterline. We left alone, staring at pebbles as they fade into the umbrage of night. -Samantha Derleth