Moody Weather

I walk outside, people are huddled together saying its so cold. I find a flower and I reach down to touch it's delicate petals. It is cold and wet, I imagine for a second what it would be like to be a flower. I walk away from all the groups. I walk by the trees, I hear rustling, drip, drop. a gust of wind decides to run by, through the trees and into my jacket sending a chill down my spine. It sounds as though the trees are shaking the rain from the tips of their branches, deciding they are cold also. I wonder what is hiding, lurking in the shadows. A ferocious cougar getting ready to pounce. A cute white bunny trying to find shelter. A unicorn? No, but maybe an abandoned horse barn infested with mice. Its a mystery. I am alone, nothing but trees at my side. I decide to go inside. I bundle up in a cozy blanket and read a book. I am lost in the pages, the words, the story. I am sipping hot chocolate. I am warm inside and out, and I am happy.