The wind flowed softly through the graveyard, brushing flecks of snow off branches here and there. Soon enough, the wind blew smoothly over the stone that marked where the body of Steel resided. The snow was loose, and fell of the tombstone in a small fluid motion. Had anyone been around to witness this, they would have taken not that the snow melted as it touched the emerald where it lay. Also, one would be able to read what was carved in the stone, easy to read now as when it was forged:

Here lies Steel,

Daughter,

Lover,

Friend.

While her body lies in the earth,

Her memory, her spirit, will never be forgotten.

May the Creator watch over her in her new journey.

The wind finished its mundane task, and blew off in another direction, as Mother Nature would have it do. While it didn't feel nor care about what it's invisible touch felt, it could almost feel the soft skin of a long-dead pony as it rose up from the ground, sat down where it's body rest, and look off into the lowering sun, longing for the day that her hoof could be held by his, her lips dance with his, her voice say, “I love you" one last time. But, that would have to wait. It would have to wait until he came to heaven as well, where they never have to say goodbye...