I drove to the place where the woods still had magic. It was far from the city and far from the traffic of everyday life and everyday places, everyday problems and everyday faces.I planted a tent where the trees gave way, a beautiful spot where we could lay.
My dog sniffed her best sniffing with great delight and followed a scent with all of her might, she whispered to the squirrel who lived in the tree, come down, please come down, come down and meet me.
My daughter danced her best dance on the stump of a pine tree and the birds watched from a distance these two and me.
A stream tricked by nearly hidden by the trees and fish swam about with no knowledge of me.
I made a little fire circled with stones and we sat in its warmth and told the stories we'd known. The crickets kept watch for the creatures that prowl, silence giving them away into the early wee hours.
When the stories were told and bellies were full we slept under the stars in the arms of the woods.
