She rises with the sun. As the teapot begins to boil, she stares out the window and hears her name being whispered in the air. She turns off the stove and walks outside as she drapes her favorite sweater over her shoulders.
As she walks down her favorite hiking path, she realizes it’s the trees whispering her name. This had never happened on any other walk she had taken. At first she felt as if she was loosing her mind. Then she sat upon the bench beneath her favorite oak tree. The tree was half full of beautiful fall colors. Then there it was again whispering above her head ” MidlifeNew, Everything will Fall into place.” As she looks up the prettiest Red Leaf fell upon her nose.