All of the noise that always overwhelmed the area seemed to have silenced for the day. There was a fresh layer of snow on the ground and the air was cool. It was early sunday morning. Everyone in the city was probably still asleep. Demitra wasn’t. She walked lightly through the snow careful not to disturb its perfectness. She sat down at the base of a large oak tree and took a notebook out of ther bag. And Demitra sat there in the silence and wrote something down in the notebook,

Dear Rachael,
I’m am sitting under a oak tree thinking of you. It snowed last night and the whole world seems so silent. I listen to the silence and it reminds me of time, of all the time we spent together. This moment of silence represents time that is passing unnoticed and much to quickly. Here in the silence time seems to slow.

Demitra

Demitra tore the page out of the notebook. She got up and walked up to a gravestone that marked a grave in the park. She barried the note in the snow by the grave. The gravemarker read…