I am taking a stroll through the woods. Alone!
Well, it is not so much of a realm of wilderness or anything, there is a railway line right through it, but I let my over imaginative mind take me away. And suddenly it is a deep dark forest.
There are trees everywhere. Trees .. Trees.. Trees
They are still bare, but spring is making its promised entry, there are tiny buds in some of them.
And there are birds, chirping in an incoherent harmony. These birds, why are they so chatty?
I can listen to my own footstep, as my feet mercilessly crush the remains of fallen leaves on the almost invisible, beaten-down path.
Suddenly I am aware that I am alone. There is not a soul in sight!
I am afraid, but I am excited as well. What is it about fear that we sometimes almost love it?
Then I remember, that I also have promises to keep, or a dinner to cook at the least.
Well, it is not so much of a realm of wilderness or anything, there is a railway line right through it, but I let my over imaginative mind take me away. And suddenly it is a deep dark forest.
There are trees everywhere. Trees .. Trees.. Trees
They are still bare, but spring is making its promised entry, there are tiny buds in some of them.
And there are birds, chirping in an incoherent harmony. These birds, why are they so chatty?
I can listen to my own footstep, as my feet mercilessly crush the remains of fallen leaves on the almost invisible, beaten-down path.
Suddenly I am aware that I am alone. There is not a soul in sight!
I am afraid, but I am excited as well. What is it about fear that we sometimes almost love it?
Then I remember, that I also have promises to keep, or a dinner to cook at the least.
