Thump Thump… Thump Thump.. Delilah could hear her heart beating fast. She had been walking for hours. Reflecting on her day, she wondered how in the world she had managed to get this far…
This morning Delilah woke up with the smell of the morning fog coming through the cracked window she left open last night. Most people find that made their homes too cold, but she loved waking up with the chill, being snuggled under the blankets and putting on all of her cozy clothes.
With a stretch and yawn Delilah got out of bed to get ready. Today was going to be the day.
She walked over to the mirror, examining herself, feeling like she was really seeing herself for the first time in months. She slid on a knit sweater, feeling the warm burnt orange material on her skin, soft and worn from the years that passed since her grandmother made it for her. No holes or damage, just softer somehow. Pulling on her blue jeans she wondered if the leaves would be falling today. The feeling of change was in the air.
She sat down to brush her dark brown hair, looking into the mirror again, she decided not to put on make up today (as she didn’t most days anyways). Delilah wondered if there would be more changes to come, or if things would be able to stay the same. She started imagining friends and family together. Would they all be dressed up? Would they stay casual and be true to who they are? Did she have an opinion on that? CRASH!
Startled, Delilah went downstairs only to find Lasagna (her chubby orange cat) had made his way onto the counter and knocked over some pots. Sort of laughing under her breath, she cleaned up the mess. “Silly cat” a usual thought she had for this furry little friend. Lasagna looked at Delilah with big green eyes, almost knowingly, “hmm, could he possibly sense what is going on?”. Lasagna had lived for 20 years already, much longer than other cats and yet, he still seemed very healthy and lively. With a few more pets and snuggles, it was time to get on with the day.
Delilah put on her boots, grabbed her coat and hat, tucked her Chestnut brown, unbrushed hair into it and headed out the door. Boots stomping along the porch, the wind hit her face with a welcome breeze. Smile….. Today was going to be the day.
*Switching to Delilah’s perspective*
It is chilly. Just the way I like it. I wonder if other people feel this level of bliss when the weather changes.
Oh, how I love this porch. So welcoming and inviting. But what is most amazing is the view of the woods, you can see all of the trees changing colors every year, you get a full view of the seasons. It is always this time of the year that I feel the woods calling me. It is a welcoming feeling.
It is time for a walk…
**Here is where the reader decides: Does Delilah go into the woods or walk the grounds? Find out i 2 weeks after there are responses.**
Simply,
Miss Shay
Simply Miss Shay 