#forrest walk

[wildlifegermany]

[rosafayphotography]

Forrest by Rosa Fay www.rosafay.co.uk

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V1

[the-good-jack]

I went walking down a forest path. It was nice. The trees were swaying in the wind, the leaves were falling down. The beautiful colors of the leaves fall near and around me. “I should do this more often. . .” I had been walking for a bit now. I did notice a person. They were around the size of me. She had black, curly hair and they were wearing what seamed to be a school uniform. They just walked past with a smile on their face.

I didn’t pay much attention to them and just kept walking past them. I saw a wolf. It was just roaming around. But it was a wolf so I kept my distance and stayed safe. It’s fur looked soft and blew in the wind. It looked like a picture. A place I have written. That place of wonder. I have visited that place many times and still do. As an author, you need that wonder to create new books to be able to. . . Enjoy yourself. To inspire other people to do the same. To let the creativity flow free.

A few minutes pass by. Then an hour. I came upon a house. An oak colored house that I know. It wasn’t the biggest one. Nor the smallest. It was a pretty average house with 2 stories. The lights were on, making the outside light up beautifully. There was a normal, grey wooden fence around it which I opened and walked inside.

Inside was a nice normal house. The usual rooms you would see in any other home. A living room, a hallway with stairs leading up to the second floor with the bedrooms and bathrooms, and the kitchen. The kitchen had a table with plates with food and a nice fall themed tablecloth.

I didn’t mind the food as I walked outside. Outside in the backyard was a garden. It had been in a greenhouse. A small, green blue-ish tin to it. The flowers were gorgeous and alive with color. Next to the garden was a wooden cup made out of oak. I picked up the cup and placed it in my backpack.

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