Fourteen

It is early and she goes for a bike ride. She listens to French jazz this time and peers through her new sunglasses at the fog ahead. Michael bought them for her yesterday. She rarely buys herself new things, especially if she already has something similar. Michael helps her with this and she loves him for all the little ways he changes her life.

Entering into the mist, her glasses get wet. She can no longer see through them so she wipes the lenses with her index finger. It does not help much, but the gesture makes her happy. She has no idea why.

She takes her regular route and looks out for any changes. A lot looks different today in the mist. She spots a tree she never paid attention to before. It stretches out of the landscape, where visibility teeters before the opaque cloud. Now she will notice this tree every ride.

Right before she reaches the parking lot where she turns around, she sees a bunny laying on his side in the sand by the path. He stays lounging peacefully as she rides past. She has never seen this before, usually the wildlife scurry a little. The thought of a bunny feeling lazy on a cloudy morning makes her smile.

Everything is sticking to the air. The freshly cut grass is her favorite. She sees a landscaper out and nods to him before taking a deep breath of the dewy, grassy air.

She arrives home. Now the sky is blue. A beautiful morning. She thinks it's too bad they slept through it.