Dawn's first light was seeping through the leaf laden branches casting all within it's wake a soft golden hue. Vibrantly green vegetation relished in the promise of the oncoming warmth of daylight. Crystalline pearls of dew clung tenuously to each leaf, each blade of grass, each colorful petal. The garden was awash in prismatic colors, saturated with the growth and flourish of each plant and flower carefully nurtured within its soil.
A small, rounded bench sat in the midst of such radiant beauty shaded by an ancient oak tree that bent its branches low to the ground. Precariously perched on its edge sat a silent patron. The beauty of the rising day was lost on the woman's eyes. Blind to the world around her, she was unable to admire the precious bounty that lay within the garden.
A breeze, as gentle and tender as a lover's grace swept through the small enclosure. The woman's head bent towards it, her ears tuned expertly to the sounds carried within the silent wind. She listened attentively to its quiet words, a small smile erupting on her features.
Here she found solace. Time to ponder and think upon the weights that lay against her. The absence of sound, people and the heady shouts and cries of the city itself allowed her refuge from the worries and tensions that visited her each day. Here, she could lament his passing. Relinquish herself into the despair that threatened to consume her elsewhere. It was here that she remembered him most clearly.
His image sprung forward from the depths of her memories. The curve of his chin, the angle of his cheeks, even the soft stubble that lined his jaw when he'd been too consumed by his own tasks to shave it clean. The rough callouses of his hands and the wide breadth of his palms. The stretch of his chest and shoulders, the strength of his arms that had held her when her own world had seemed to falter.
It was here in the solitude of her own thoughts that she remembered him the way she had truly seen him.