In the beginning of spring he would send her letters.
Evelyn was thrilled when they arrived. The anticipation of receiving them after the long winter would bring a smile to her face knowing that they had traveled far. Sometimes the paper he wrote on would carry reminders of a distant land. She would imagine the exotic sights he gazed upon when the smell of sandalwood and frankincense reached her nose.
Their history was one that was long and traveled. No secrets where left between them. Most people had thought of them as husband and wife. But the romantic side of their relationship had ended years ago. Distance can be cruel to a relationship and even crueller when someone’s heart refuses to move on. She had always thought that she was stuck in a time capsule. The refusal to go with him when he asked her, the refusal to accept his proposal of marriage. But it was her choice and she choose her freedom above all else.
Evelyn did not regret her decision. Her life was rich but on occasion she would feel a nagging sadness creeping up on her. Imaging some twisted soul trying to drown her spirit into a murky lake.
Today she thought she should go for a walk and hopefully when she returned the first letter would arrive. She needed to stretch her legs after being cooped up all winter long. This particular winter was brutal. Snow had fallen every day and was combined with freezing temperatures. Living alone in the country was rough but she enjoyed the solitude. The task of chopping her own firewood, inhaling the winter air that filled her lungs with a sharp, but brisk moment of energy.