'Twas a hot summer's day and one I remember all too well.
The sun blazed down upon my back mercilessly, like molten lava,
Its rays so bright to keep both eyes open was a momentous task in itself.
The air hung still and humid, like a pathetic, dead little thing, smothering me with heat...
Don't know if I'm too late but anyway:
She has never feared death, always kept abreast with time. Her life is one well lived. Each day is busy, new, packed with emotions both good and bad and she feels so alive. She does what she wants and what she needs to, doesn’t let anyone stop her...