soft and secure

She gazed out her window into the quiet mist. Swift streams of rainwater softly slipped across the window pane. The people outside fogged up the air they breathed as they walked and left little trails of crushed leaves that had crisply broken beneath their feet. The branches of the trees silently danced with the cool October wind and the birds whistled and murmured among those soon to be fallen leaves. Inside the warmth of her light gray walls, where the fire crackled in the corner and thick vapor left her warm mug, she read.