She stepped outside into the frosty autumn evening, a glassof fresh orange juice in her hand. The sky was a blazing crimson, the trees an inky silhouette against the vibrant hue. There were the hoots of an owl and the barks of a dog coming from somewhere in the distance, and she took in the comforting sounds of nature. She sipped her orange juice and stared into the infinite atmosphere.
She smiled.


