Under a Cloudless Sky

For years, she had considered the consequences of walking into this room, where her life had changed forever. The cigar smoke that had hung heavy was gone, but she still smelled it, still was able to close her eyes and bring it back. Funny how the mind could call into being something that had vanished, like the scent of burning leaves or the inside of a dusty hymnal or a room filled with never-worn shoes.