Sunday Afternoon

A nice walk in the forrest..

Sunday Afternoon

He wrapped his arm around her waist, and pulled her
closer, because the wind picked up, giving them a chill.
They were walking slowly, looking at the trees,
and their yellow, brown, and red leaves.

She smiled up at him and remarked,
“I’m glad you finally got a day off.”
“Me too, we finally finished the Hutchen's case.”
She leaned against him,
and they continued to walk aimlessly ahead.

She was falling into a dream like state, but was woken back
to reality when he stopped walking.
She looked up at him.
“What’s wrong?”
“Over there.”
“Where?”
“There,” he said, as he pointed to a deer in the distance.

She found herself staring at it for a few minutes.
But then something startled it, and it ran away.