Woods

Part 1

    She looked out of her balcony to the moon. Her mind drifting to a land were you were only bound by the limits of your imagination. Where dreams and hopes came together and memories were played over and over again. Those treasured memories that one holds onto for the daily life.

   The light of the sun escaped in between the leaves of the trees. Mixtures of green in which one could get lost, hangin onto the trunks, feeling the texture of this. Hard and rough its dry crust felt. Her hands wander around, from one tree to the next. The warmth of the sun hit her soft skin, the beautiful way it's light shone between the leaves, the shadows it created giving the illusion that the Woods were bigger, deeper.
    Her pink lips forming a small smile. 'How beautiful' was her only thought. Her light-blue dress gathering dirt as it brushed against the earth. Dried leaves that have fallen, twigs and moss and all kinds of dirt all crushing beneath her naked feet. She could feel the calling, the calling to the nature, that primal feeling to go back to the roots. It felt like being in a trance, a trance she didn't want to wake up from. Here there were no trouble, only the wind making music as it brushed against the leaves; no people to face them and their other faces, just the warm hug of the sun; no duties to obey, no 'destiny' to be fulfilled, the only destiny was to grow as high as possible.