Expectation of Wonderfulness

Golden fog surrounded Cherrie in a kind of woodsy embrace She had never seen the world this bright at six a.m. before today A great day to walk in the oaks, she thought, but she grabbed her cloak No wolves, however, she felt a bit like Little Red Riding Hood now Glittering joyful orbs followed her progress down the rainbow path A mystical feeling was in the air; an expectation of wonderfulness She felt more alive than she usually felt, enthusiastic about today Her birthday, where she was being overseen by her spiritual guides