With my eyes closed I can hear so clearly the sounds of the woods.With my eyes closed I can hear so clearly the sounds of the woods. I lean back against a tree and try to identify the birdcalls, rustling leaves, chattering squirrels and such. I inhale deeply and smell the pine and the pungent odor of the leaves disintegrating into the ground after lying there all winter. I can feel the moisture heavy in the air, collecting on my face and hair. "It's wonderful, isn't it?" I hear a soft, rich masculine voice, but I'm so deep in my revery it takes a few seconds to remember I'm a woman alone in unfamiliar woods. Suddenly my body tenses and straightens, my eyes open and as my vision focuses I see you standing directly before me ... but far enough away not to be threatening. Yet. My mind races as I try to recall how I got here so that I might escape ... then I realize you aren't even looking at me ... and you're talking again. "... rain helps keep the temperature comfortable, but it's hard to find a place to sit. There's a large split tree further ahead," as you gesture your hand, " which provides a nice perch, or fair shelter beneath it." Your voice is so soothing ... it fits nicely with the sounds of the woods. It's almost hard to distinguish your words from the gentle rustling of the leaves in the breeze. As you speak I find myself studying you. Your voice is mellifluous and entrancing, and my body relaxes under its influence. I can't quite see your face since you haven't looked directly at me. You're not much larger than me, but then I'm a bit larger than medium as women go. Your complexion is on the pale side, but the tip of your pixie nose is pink from the cool air. Your hair is long, straight and fine - the color of wheat with hints of red and gold. The breeze lifts and blows it easily, giving you a somewhat wild appearance. I feel intoxicated by my daydream and your voice, and I think to myself, `Is this an elf? Could this be Shakespeare's Puck?' "HA!" I utter out loud, unintentionally, realizing my silly thought. Suddenly your eyes are looking right into mine. |