Nicely bundled for venturing out she paused at the door . It was a handsome door made of
Cypress with subtle carvings resembling leaves all around the inside frame . A scent of the
earth and of the days past seemed to emanate from it . Mostly it was a comforting scent
but there were those days when she found it irksome . Some days she would rather enjoy the
fragrance of the Ocean , imaging the feel of the salt in the air and the slight stickiness of it on
her skin . She loves to imagine .
She had heard , once , that there are some folks that think that time
using one’s imagination is a silly and pointless thing to do . ‘ I am so glad not to have met any
of those folks ” she thought , ” after all is it my joy .”
She placed her hand onto the door knob and took a deep breath bracing
herself the cold air on the other side of the door .