The woman placed her cup of hot tea on the table by the windowa window facing a garden full of trees that had welcomed autumn with red, yellow, and orange leaves. She sat on the chair, followed the steam rising from the teacup, and when her gaze reached the photograph across from her, it fixed there. The woman in the frame across from her stared back, as if their gazes were following one another. It had been several years now that this afternoon meeting had become their daily routine.
She took a sip of her warm tea, blew a kiss to the woman seated in the frame, and closed her eyes.