25 September 2012
I skipped into the wood, thin rays of golden sunshine peaking through the trees. Golden leaves, crunched beneath my feet and floated around in the light breeze. I swung round a thin, tree trunk, making leaves drift to the ground, doing somersaults in the air. Trees twisted around each other and I gazed at them, my eyes wide with amazement. The stretch of blue sky caught my eye and I made myself a bed of leaves. I lay down on them, and studied the clouds and the shapes they made. After a while, I shut my eyes and drifted off to sleep...
A Mystical Wood • Opuss № I