Leaves crunch under our feet as we walk a beaten path through the forest. Naked branches of trees reach over our heads. The path rises into the air like leaves swept up in the wind. It curls up into a spiral, then scatters like a flock of birds. This feels like the end of something. It is as if I will not know you again after today. After the sun has completely set and the pink glow of the sky has turned to murky purple, then black, and our silhouettes disappear.