She walked down the path along the bluffs. On her right was a fence that protected her from falling down the face of the steep bluffs, and on her right was green grass, some palm trees, and the smattering of benches that allowed people to stop and rest while taking in the sight of the land along the bluffs.
She stopped in the path and looked around. She was all alone at the moment, it being mid morning people were going about their busy lives, but in a few hours the path would be full of people taking a walk and enjoying the view…..maybe not.
The wind picked up and she had to put her hand on her sunhat in order to keep it on her head. She looked up and saw dark clouds in the distance, and they were moving her way. She wasn’t worried as there was still plenty of time before the storm hit, and still plenty of sunshine to warm her bones while she meandered down the path.
She continued her walk. She admired the beauty of the mountains and then snorted. Mountains. These weren’t mountains, they were neither tall nor majestic in any sense of the word, but they were too big to be called hills. They rose from the ground covered in the grass of the area that was not green, but gold. Most people thought the mountains were dirt, or covered in dead shrubbery, but she knew that grass was alive and she loved it.
Between her and the mountains was a river, and she could hear the neighing of the horses below. The houses were beautiful and she envied them as they were not anything she could, or would ever be, able to afford. The sun glinted off the roofs and windows of cars the moved slowly along the winding highway below, and the branches swayed in the wind and the leaves danced.
The wind was stronger than she thought, and she misjudged the distance of the storm. She realized this as it moved towards her and unleashed its holdings upon the land. She walked into the storm, grateful for the water. She took off her hat and let the rain water soak her through to the bone. She jumped in the puddles and caught raindrops on her tongue.
Yes she was wet, and she knew that it would get cold, but she didn’t mind. She knew at home she could get into some dry clothes and sit on the couch wrapped in a warm blanket, drink of hot cup of tea, and read a book. It would be hard to not fall asleep with the sound of the rain against her windows and on her rooftops, as to her they would be a lullaby.
Looking forward to making the image in her mind a reality, she picked up her pace and headed on home making sure she jumped in all the puddles along the way.