My booted feet cross the threshold, one foot after the other, the warmth of the house behind me and a promising chill ahead of me.
The grey skies tell tales of rain to come, the cold breeze silently concurs. My feet appear to have a mind of their own, and I am led to follow.
I feel the soft drops of rain on my face as I walk away from the seven detached homes, softly cocooned by large trees in a quiet cul-de-sac tucked away from the main road.
The ground slopes and curves beneath my feet as I head down towards the little corner shop at the bottom of the road. To my left is a tall stone wall, white with shades of grey where the weather has left its mark. To my right, a beautiful evergreen fence that runs along the length of the road. The raindrops on the leaves look like glistening crystals as the light dances around them. There is the distant sound of cars driving past, children playing in their yards and the beautiful tweeting of birds.
The smell of baked bread and brewing coffee is not lost to me. It is the sole reason I set out to begin with.