As her bare feet touched to cold , brick floor her thoughts of adventure went elsewhere .
Instead she focused on the kettle for tea . A moment later a bit of rustling amongst the trees
outside had her thoughts wandering and wondering again . ” Do trees have a language all of
their own ? Do they feel it when I lean against them ? ” Slowly her head turned towards the
kitchen window and dreamily she looked out at the trees . Suddenly …
A powerful gust , practically roaring , churned things up . Startled , just a bit , she turned her
attention towards the kettle . Hmmmmm that warm cup of tea will surely feel good going down
and just then the steam set off the whistle .
Soon she will be readying herself to head out ….into a possible wind storm .
To be continued ….