They emerged from the brush and stood on the plateau overlooking the valley. Splashes of fiery oranges and yellows painted the evening horizon.

She held him warmly. “This is where you undressed me and asked me to stand in the open, naked, the sun setting before me. You told me how beautiful I was. Then we made love, not for the first or last time, but I’d never been freer or more alive.”

She touched him gently. “I wanted you to know how I felt.”

Just before the sun finally disappeared, she opened the urn and set him free.