“Every time you are tired, I find you here,” he would laugh.
The remembered laughter brought a smile to my face. Like an echo of the past, I followed the wisp of memory into my garden.
“It is so beautiful — I love this place.” I whispered to the spirit.
“And you are even more beautiful when you are here.” Ah, I could hear his voice, almost feel his breath. I turned, and the years fell away. He was there.
It was a dream, but more. It took so little to enter the memory trance, I felt it slip over me and did not resist.
“Oh — I am far from beautiful now. Everyone keeps telling me how terrible I look.”
“What? You stand there with the sun gleaming on your hair, mischief in your eyes, and magic all around you, and you say you are not beautiful?” He forced me to meet his eyes. “You are beau
