She locks her fists like a buckle on her lap, content that only she herself can unlock her pose. Staring on the far-away horizon, the winter’s colors — mauve and gray — make a canvas for a dream picture book that changes on every page. She has created the visions. So many welcome times.

She lifts her torso up and tries to see far and away on the gray and mauve, taking in every sound. She hears her name which he sends with a sound that precedes his open arms. He has to run through all the days and nights she was waiting.

How can he come so far, how can these arms hold so much… the bountiful red roses in this sombre winter evening create spring again on her Amalfi horizon.