She stroked his forehead, gently brushing aside hairs tossed about by wind.
As he awakened under sunshine’s mellowed glow, autumn reopened around him. The fragrance of ripe apples sprung him to finish the task at hand.
One by one he carried boxes of collected fruit into the garage. His wife would’ve turned their harvest into countless pies.
Looking back at the lawn, he solemnly realized… his chair was the only one there.