Tumultuously the tall pines sway in the wind, I pull my ruby sweater closer as I stare out at the cliffs above the sea. My sweater is worn with love, making me feel safe, embraced and warm. I remember the farmers market last summer and I can taste the red and yellow cherries still tart on my lips. We walked hand in hand. Taking in the vibrant aromas that filled the outdoor market. I remember his smile, a smile that brightened a room, took my breath away, and warmed me just as his sweater does now.