Finding the forest wasn’t easy, but now she had, peace and relief walked either side and held her hand, as her feet found each step over dead leaves and broken branches. Birdsong played in stereo like Michael’s vinyl, and a gentle push from the otherwise dormant wind sent a herd of airborne seeds drifting between the trees like snowflakes, or tiny parachuting soldiers, whose lazy decent was unavoidable, however urgent their objective. The mighty hand on the sun’s dimmer switch was restless, and the floors pattern of shadows would fade into hiding and slowly reappear, like decisions in a confused mind. A consistent pleasant warmth was present and she could feel it’s hand on the back of her neck and arms.