While she was sleeping
The Wind now ceased her plaintive howling and whispered her goodbyes to the lifeless form at her feet. Silence stepped in her wake, idly unfolding his leaden cape. The Sun raised his head from behind the grey wall of the horizon and looked towards the Island. She lay dazed, a tattered brown blot against a deep blue spread. Above her, placid clouds smiled down. About her, this way and that, the Sea rolled east and the Ocean rolled west. She lay still like this for a year of seconds, until she felt Time tapping her shoulder, an impatient reminder that the march forward was continuing.