The woman looks out the sunroom door through red-rimmed eyes. How many tears will be enough? Her daughter had called, concerned. Mom, she said, let it go. You have to move on! But she didn’t tell her how. Outside the trees are changing. Their leaves have taken on a summer green yet tinges of yellow betray the encroaching Fall. For the woman, nothing changes. It’s as if time stands still. Looking into the courtyard all she sees is loneliness. A hint of a smile betrays brooding lips as she remembers their wedding day, how he had picked her up, carried her through this very door. Together they had watched seasons come and go, the years flying by with shared laughter, good times, an occasional sorrow. She sighs. How many tears will be enough? So many questions unanswered. Why did he leave? Where did he go? Is he now making memories with someone else? She peers outside as if the answer will appear solid as the tree, as if she could slide open the door, reach out and pluck it from the air. She peers outside, firm in her belief that he will return, the anticipation on her face belying her red-rimmed eyes.