The forester

I’m walking through the forest, along a large green grass path. I have no shoes enjoying the feeling of the wet, smooth, irregular grass beneath my feet.
I reach a flowered bed, filled with tiny bright colored flowers covered with dew. I pick some of them and smell their delicate petals. They smell like honey and orange.
Suddenly a gust of wind blow, my hair starts moving with its rhythm and some wild curls touch my cold cheeks. I’m freezing, but I don’t really care because I’m in the most beautiful place in the whole world. The wind starts blowing in an intense and strong way, leaves dance through my legs touching me as if they were sand blowing in a beach’s storm, and my flowing is constantly touching my waist.
I start running through a bushwhack, getting across the trees and branches in a fast and delicate way until I reach the road to go home. Its gloaming, I know its time to go, I know today I can’t see all the surprises and mysteries the forest has to show, but that’s the special feeling it provides, you can discover its secrets slowly enjoying every single detail.