Writing prompt: What's the weather outside your window doing right now? If that's not inspiring, what's the weather like somewhere you wish you could be? (04/06/2020)
The mug is hot in her hands as she inhales the aroma of her French vanilla coffee, no cream and no sugar while standing in front of her tall living room window. This window is the only one in the house that reaches almost floor to ceiling but is also only about as wide as her shoulders. She takes a deep sip from her mug and looks out that window, out into her backyard. There are three cleared acres that way and behind those acres are all trees. Separating those three acres and the acre that her house rests on is a wooden farm fence. As the clouds drift slowly by on this cooler spring morning, a hawk lands on the fence. Back to her, looking to the trees like she is. His beautiful tawny brown spotted feathers glisten in the golden light of the early morning sun. She smiles as she takes another drink, the coffee smooth and dark upon her tongue and tugs her sweater a little more over her hands.