The Ring of Ages

The birch trees sway in the autumn breeze, their vibrant leaves float onto the dew cover grass. The Woods-smoke mist swirls in the air as sparrows dart and flit from tree to tree. The mirror lake was a few hundred meters from me. I stand and admire the beauty of nature. I breath it all in, paused in the perfect moment of peace... then I slide the ring off. Gone.

I do not own the story cover!!!!