Witch’s Morning

The forest starts to smell like fresh water, letting her know she’s approaching her favorite reading spot. Cool and flowing, the brook gently bubbles a few feet away from her. The witch smiles and takes a deep breath, letting the cold air wake her up.

The sun starts to peek over the tree tops, and she holds out her hands, letting the warmth on her skin energize her. She can hear the creatures of the forest waking up to the rustling tree branches and the new bird songs. She continues to take deep breaths to center herself and harness her magic. She tosses her bag to a nearby tree stump and it floats to the ground before landing gently against it.

“It’s a beautiful morning,” she says, stretching out and continuing her mourning routine. She waves her hand to open her bag as she turns and magically summons a kumquat from its pouch to eat. She hums with happiness at the taste. She clears the tree stump of dirt with another wave of her hand and sits on it before summoning her book.

She begins reading her book as she eats another kumquat, and she listens to the brook as the cool breeze dances along her skirt. She uses a flick of her hand to turn the page as she listens to the birds sing.

What a wonderful morning.