This place calls to me. Its whispers carry the promise of secrets revealed if only I’d give in and step off the path. The leaves rustle in the wind seeming to coax me further away from the world of which I am familiar, and the fact that I cannot see where the trees end only makes the mystery that much greater. I long to lose myself in the colors, to lay below the golden yellows and feel the stories of this forest become a part of me.
I step back onto the path, today is not the day to lose myself. Today, I simply admire what’s before me and promise to return to hear the secrets of this wood.