Water, words, books, friends, stories, The Storyteller. I want to float on the water and listen to the stories she tells.
She shivers as a cool breeze rides in on the warm dry air. Clouds gather and the scent of a distant rain is the air.
Circumstances brought an unexpected storm into her life. Everything is different now. The field where she and Sugar played no longer excites her. Play has lost its luster.
Clinging to a few remaining constants, she considers the life she knew. The homestead, her beloved Sugar, the fields where they would play. It feels different now.
As the clouds blow in she knows this is a season of change.