Each step down the hall was light so that the cold floor just barely teased her bare feet .
Warm cup of tea in hand she headed towards a sweater . The raucous sounds of the winds
had quieted a bit now and the tension in the air had dissipated .
She began humming nothing in particular and it was , after all , absentminded .
The preparations for an outing continued . The anticipation for having an adventure was
revealing itself in the beats of her heart . The well worn softness of her favorite sweater being
pulled down over her head was comforting and brought a smile to her face . “Mmmmm….” as
she stretched . A light heartedness came over her and her thoughts became most optimistic .
Pausing at the window nearest to her bed …” how are the birds doing in all of this wind ? ” she
thought . ” They know what to do . An internal , ancient guidance alive and well in their veins
unlike humans with so much left to the fickle fate of wants and desires . ” She twirled and
twirled again humming louder and her feet warm with woolen socks .
THUD . She jumped , just a little . A small rock had been kicked up by a random wind and hit a
window pane .
……to be continued