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 .