Sweet light through the stands at the moment. Its been nice taking evening walks through the forest, the late light is warm and soft, casting long shadows along the woodland fringes. Beautiful. The interior, mind, where the light fails to penetrate is far cooler and darker. It's quieter too. The quiet coupled with the shoulder high bracken lends itself to an air of mystery, where the occasional rustle or distant screech conjures mental images of childhood fairy tales, or 70's Hammer movies. Best not dwell on imagined horrors though, make your way back out to the fringes and those last warming rays of the day. Ah, that's better. Nice.
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