Monica / A River Story

We brought three umbrellas but in the first five seconds two of them turned inside out and bent sideways.

I asked her earlier in the day if she wanted to reschedule.

"It's time," is what she wrote back.

The rain came down sideways, the winds whipped the water hard. And there she was.

Luminous and laughing in the middle of the storm.

And then it stopped. Stillness.

It couldn't have been more perfect.