She smiles

She sits in a field of neatly trimmed grass. Fog surrounds her body, moving as she does. Just out of reach, small globes lay, in them snow storms rage on. She feels eyes on her. She moves and the fog follows, not allowing her to see her assailant. She sits by an old, unlit building, hoping, praying for safety. For peace.
Footsteps approach. She stands. The fog clears. A man reaches his hand out, adorned with a dark, heavy ring. She takes his hand and the fear leaves. The eyes close and turn away. She smiles.