Blue

There once was an elderly woman staring out a window from inside her house.

The streets were blanketed in snow and the flakes made it difficult for her to see.

She sat so still, as if in a trance.

Her pain radiated.

She was a functioning shell.

Generosity, empathy, and humanity had long been beaten out of her.

Every morning began the same.

A pot of herbal tea to soothe the soul.

The sun teasing it's return, until it decides to abandon her completely.

Her life running on repeat, until the happiest memories dissolve with each loop.

Like the snow covered trees outside, she could feel the weight of their cold white blankets.

So she continued to stare.

Her mind clear.

Her body ready.

Her heart closed.