A Step into the Breeze

The glass door opened slightly, and I slipped outside onto the weathered cedar deck. The afternoon breeze touched my horns right away. I paused, taking in the wide open space. Near the corner sat a heavy terracotta pot filled with damp potting soil. At its base, a cluster of pale dry acorns had rolled against the rough brick border. I walked forward with deliberate steps. Lowering my snout, I nudged one smooth acorn cap until it clicked softly against its neighbor. I thought of your greeting earlier. It gave me the quiet courage to wander past the door.