Hushed Willows shimon

The widow did not linger long on the topic of the sea, and for that Reverie could not fault her. A widow was a woman who had lost her husband, and Reverie could not know that in some ways she shared this title, but had she not experienced a similar loss? Had he not died in her heart that day by the river? And she rarely spoke of the sea now, rarely even thought of it, she who had once been so captivated by the endless water and sound of the waves and salt smell in the air. In some way, she understood.

It is, isn't it? We've only been here a couple months, Reverie admitted, allowing the conversation to slide into a lighter subject now. But a few others have joined us now. I hope for this to be - a place of friends. A place to heal, and be safe. Purposefully she did not speak of the plans she and Boone had for the spring. She felt that it would only hurt the woman.

There's a lake just ahead, it's very quiet there, She added after a moment, thinking that quiet might be just what the widow needed.