Kristin looked out her back window as the gate on backyard fence swung open and shut to the rhythm of the bitter winter wind. Kristin loved this time of day as the light faded into twilight. It was a magical moment where everything seemed refreshingly new and extremely old simultaneously. Kristin lost herself in that wind and light, memorizing the sound, and feeling the chill seep into her bones even though she held onto her steaming mug of tea. She wanted to live in that moment for the rest of her life and ignore the cancer slowly eating her from the inside out, but then her baby boy began to cry, and her magical twilight faded into the numbing darkness of night.