As she walked through the pines, she thought about the love that was lost. The crackling of the leaves and twigs below her feet echoed through the narrow pathways that led her not only through the labyrinth of the forest but also gave her some comfort the progress was being made.

Fresh pine allowed for the clearing of the senses that heightened her connection with the beauty that surrounded her, as she drifted in and out of her conscious mind.

What was it that she was thinking about?  Where was she going and where did she want to be?

The beauty of the forest

The beauty of the forest