Leaves, crisp and brown, rode the wind’s path away from her, spinning with the updraft and floating gently down as it died just to be plucked up again to continue the dance. The same wind caught her hair, long blond tresses taking up the steps the leaves had already trod as she sat, one knee propped up with her arm draped over it, the other dangling lazily into the canyon.

Thoughts. She had those, did she not? There was more in her head than the whistling wind, but nothing seemed to come, save voices that slipped through unbidden, echoing in her mind. A decision needed to be made, but neither option seemed to suit, the conflict gnawing at her as she gazed lazily away from home. Shaking her head to clear it, a few pale strands slipped loose, dancing on the wind before descending into the canyon.

“Ridiculous.”

Her accent was clipped and cold when she spoke and she stood, turning her back on the landmark. Let the wind decide things for all she cared. It would be better that way.