She walks out in the sun. The wind blows in her hair and she feels good. Fall is here and the sun burns. Once, the clouds dim the sun and she feels the cold from the dark. The death comes but she runs out of its shade and out in the sun. She feels the warmth and that time she knows that this time of the year, the time of the sun, has no end. It will not leave her to die in the shades but hide her from the end that is death.
She knows that as long as she is, no things will end.