The bark of the trees; how touching the tree trunk gives me a sense
of well-being, of security
I try and picture the tree's roots spreading
into the ground - the source of all life
Freshly dug up loam; minerals, decomposed plants and animals, maybe even some people
The crunching of twigs and dry leaves underfoot
The crispness of the frosty winter air that hits me like a splash of water
I can feel the shape of my lungs as I inhale
The gust, like an invisible animal that runs up and down the path
Visibility - a DVD quality, high-definition world with Surround Sound(tm)
The rustle in the undergrowth; there are a thousand kinds of birds, insects and animals around at any given moment
but you don't notice
until you stop and make an effort to be aware of them
The smell of pine
The gnarled up dead tree with branches like claws
scary at night, but almost comical in the daylight - a bitter old man
Back from the forest, amongst people I do not know and who do not know
me, is when I am really alone