The afternoon slips away nonchalantly, the sun rays growing lazy and here she is, standing under a cherry tree, the same tree witness of her childhood dreams.
It seems a lifetime since she last saw it. She caresses its old bark tenderly, her hand slowly moving up and down. She enlaces it like an old friend. It feels good.
Her eyes closed, she reminisces upon her past. Her life, for what it is, is all she has.
Nay, she wouldn't turn the pages back. Rather, she looks forward to reading the end of her story, here, under her cherry tree.