The late afternoon streamed in through the large bay window, forming shafts of warmth over the couch where they sat. His arm was wrapped around her as she leaned against him, her head resting against his chest.

A mild breeze blew in through the open windows bringing with it the scent of summer, and their eyes were closed. The only sound was the faint rustling of leaves outside as the breeze made its way through the trees.

She would have told him she loved him, but he already knew, and it would have interrupted the peace and beauty of the moment. Over 40 years together and she still loved him like she did the day they were married. She sighed and closed her eyes, drifting off to sleep.

She opened her eyes and gazed sadly at her husband’s cold gray headstone. A chill wind blew sharply through her sweater, and she clutched her coat tighter to her. She looked up to see several rain clouds approaching, and she forced herself to say her goodbyes and hurry back to her car.

“There’s never enough time…”