Woods
The cool October breeze sends a small chill down my spine. Trees surround me on all sides, the small exception being the trail through them. Leaves crumble beneath my feet, twigs snapping, dirt compacting. Squirrels scurry through the trees, doing whatever it is they do. The sun pierces through the thick treetops, looking for ground to illuminate. The smell of leaves and grass fill the air, reminding me that I’m at home.