The lady in Red

When her mother called the children to come in for bath and supper time, she was always the last one in. On these lazy carefree afternoons, she would lie on a branch in her beloved tree. She loved how the surrounding leaves and branches almost embraced her, “how could a tree of all things be so loving,” she wondered? She waited for the last warm orange-red rays of the sunset to fill the valley below, almost like a dam she thought. And as the heat dissipated from her skin and the darkness enveloped her she would eventually go inside, much to the dismay of her mother! Later, she would fall asleep still feeling the warm red rays she carried in her heart, even as a child she knew… she would always love red…