Metamorphose
I strolled purposefully, the chill air cold through my nose. I chose a different path today, one seldom used as it followed the river's meanderings lazily here and there with seemingly no purpose. I made my way along the river's edge, enjoying it's twists and turns that hid gentle beauty, opening up into meadows before closing into woodland again. A new smell had my attention, a welcome one. I doubled my pace. It occurred to me the smell was out of place here along the river, 'Coffee!' I thought.
