Encounter

i close my eyes, I hear the wind whistle throught the trees, making it seem like the air moving around us is alive ad wants to tell us something important. It's important you must know, it seems to say, but it ca never tell you what it is. Like it's a spirit hauting the world in the form of wind. The song of the wind, I thought to my self as the wind kissed and slapped my face as if it was having trouble deciding whether it hated me or loved me. My eyelids opened and I took a step forward hearing the thin sticks and colorful leaves crunch with a soft crakle beneath my feet this trail had been magical as long as I could imagine.Elegant trees stretching in as if trying to listen in on you or protect you, an unmistabley mysterious aura around it and the exuberant life around each corner. i let out a sigh. winter was coming and soon it would be getting harder and harder to tramp through the woods even for a die-hard wilderness girl like me. Step after step took me toward the clearing seemingly too bare compared