Saving a King

A cozy place to call home

The wind lightly blows through my blonde locks, tickling my cheek as I sit in my weathered wicker chair. Placing the coffee cup down gently on the table next to me, as not to frighten my feathered friends, I relax into the warmth of the rising sun.

I’ve picked my home with great thought. It is small enough for me to keep clean, yet big enough to grow in. The wrap around porch is by far, my favorite aspect and where I spend most of my time. I do not worry about strangers wandering around, as I live 10 miles from the closest town.

I have a private drive that is off the beaten path. The woods behind my house are sparse at first but, get thicker the farther you venture. Many maple leaves litter the ground in the fall. As I look out though, the trees are full of life, not a bare branch to witness.

The sun is still making it slow ascend into the blue sky. I decide I will go for one of my many walks. Going inside and grabbing one of the romance novels I have littered around my living room, making my way back outside. Raising my chin slightly, I bask in the warmth of the sun as I lazily walk down the stairs towards the path leading into the woods.