Welcome to Gaia! :: View User's Journal | Gaia Journals

Saturday November 8th, 9:00 am

Its a lovely morning! Well, at least i think it is. You may not, for there is no sun shining, and no birds singing. There are no clouds, and no sun, only mist. It fills every gap in the forest, and rolls through the trees in great wisps. It covers the house and hides it from the sun. The trees are turning in the early days of November, so there are many colors and hues surrounded by the mist. It is not to cold and not to warm, just right. All there is is mist and trees for acres and acres. There is not sound, it seems to have been swallowed in the mist. I reach out and touch a leaf on a tree. It is damp and cool. The forest seems to be filled with life, yet none appears. A cracking noise splits the silence as a squirrel jumps from tree to tree. I venture further out into the misty trees. I stop in a clearing. The mist rolls away to reveal a stream, bubbling and flowing over rocks. As fast as the mist went away, it came back to cover the surrounding trees. I walk back toward the house. It is peaceful and calm, with no distractions or sadness. It is my escape. The way i can flee the world for moments, and enter a whole new world. I take on last look before i come inside, to the other world, the other life, the other time.

As a message to all, don't harm our forests, protect them, and help them grow.