In Memory of Tori Bowie

It was not so much a gate that rose before her, but a path that showed itself as a golden ribbon out in front, winding on. She started with a blast and sped, racing the bright colors of dawn to paint the horizon before she reached it. She was not alone, but answered to no one and her heart and mind fell into an easy unison of space and peace. To be this free, always and forever, was a miracle beyond all mortal words to describe, and she accepted it (almost airborne as she raced to triumph over time).