She wore tens of layers in winters. None of them bigger than the ones they superseded. Each the same size, crafted for her round, pink body. They fit over each other like missing pieces of jigsaw. They made so much sense together.
The white collar peeking from below the red sweater that slept within the sea-coloured coat and the cream scarf of snow. Each bit a clue to a treasure map I had spent my entire life searching.