She hesitates at the open door, looking inside.
A blast of icy wind blows fallen leaves around her like an aura.
They flutter and dance trying to catch tendrils of her long flowing hair.
She is wrapped in a warm woollen cloak with a silver clasp, a smile teases her lips as her eyes search for yours, they meet and for a moment your breath is held, as you look into the warm amber depths of her eyes.
She senses invitation and steps over the threshold and the door firmly closes on winter’s icy fingers.
Ever polite, never pushy or brash, she waits.
Will she be invited to stay with her warm winning ways?
Will Kindness herself find a home in your heart?
She’s waiting…
Rhiannon Dowding - Writer 