When the heart’s feeling heavy.

When the sky is a hint of endless blue.

When you can feel the warm October sun on your skin.

When you’re having a conversation with the almost empty wine glass and that last cigarette.

When you walk through a glade and see names carved in trees.

When your heart flutters to the phone ringing.

When you dream of meadows.

That’s when you will hum along to her rustic voice.