Grin Low Wood
A soft veil of white mist embraces me as I walk through the woods.
Trees brandished with gold and orange.
Gnarled branches, now naked, reach to the whiteness above.
The sound of their fallen leaves crunching and squelching beneath my feet.
The occasional squirrel darts across my path.
One or two birds swoop or flitter away (that feels a bit like a Snow White moment).
I don’t want this experience to end.
