“I wonder.” she said holding up a fallen leaf in the direction of the sun. “Is it the gentle sway of the tress that stirr up a breeze? A miniscule movement which could only be caught by time lapse cameras or the breath and sighs of human beings?” I thought and thought of an asnwer to her question until I fell asleep beside her on top of the grass under the tree. And when I woke up she was no longer with me. Somehow, some voice inside me said she never was.