The crunch of leaves under foot. The hue of blue across the woodland floor. The setting sun through the trees. The hope of a new day, knowing it would be a long night ahead. The draw of the solitude and mystery of a less-trodden path meandering through the trees, to an unknown spot. All the time, the almost-leafless trees echo the laughter from the days we played there. And here I stand, tears in my eyes, body aching and heart desperate to be there again.
My Outdoor Living Room 