Crows croaked a cacophony over the crowd.

It a sickening reminder of city dissonance - cars and people all over the place, not a moment of peace.

Sounds that never bothered us while running down nighttime streets, our heels clacking loudly on the cement, lips letting loose our cries and laughs of pure joy. Sweaty hands clasped together and not minding the grease and funk of that night.

While warms hands held each other in brisk walks from our apartment to our errands in the bitter northern winters.

While kissing your lipstick off like rough waves kissed the sands on the beach where we stayed through a week of bad weather. I remember spotting one mornings' mist clinging to your eyelashes and thinking that you are the most beautiful person I've ever known.

This wilderness, right behind your parents' rural home, is one of the most beautiful places I've ever known, a fitting resting place for you.

You'll still have the noise out here.