The Window
I stare out the window to find a blanket of gray coating the sky. Clouds thick and fluffy, obscuring everything blue.
Clutching a mug filled with steaming tea I open the window. The sudden breeze wafts notes of orange and spice into my nostrils.
I place my hand outside the window to be caressed by the cool wind. Trapped in a gentle dance, the swaying trees moving in time with my fingers. The first drop comes.
I close my eyes and inhale the world scented with petrichor past the window, and smile.
