October 30, 2012

She yawned and stretched after a night’s sleep to the hum of the dying wind. This morning was full of birdsong and the sweet smell of pine and fresh leaves.

The warm breeze said good morning in the kindest of voices, but she knew her awakening was much different than on the not-so-far side of the hill.

She hoped they were warm and could hear the trill of the wrens.