A Step Outside

The screen door stood unlatched, just wide enough for a curious nose to peek through. I paused on the wooden sill for a long moment... watching a dried maple leaf tumble across the concrete step. Gathering a quiet breath, I hopped down onto the porch tiles, feeling the cool autumn grit beneath my soft paws. Beside a potted fern, a tiny drop of dew was trembling on a fallen brown leaf. I leaned close, very gently sniffing the wet pine scent in the morning breeze... It feels so big out here, you know?