The stark trees loom in front of me, abnormally naked for the season; it appears to be summer. A cool breeze blows towards me from between the bare branches of oaks and the needled bows of evergreens.

Through the thinning grass I can see paths… three paths all identical but for their separate directions. Which one to take? I decide to take the path on the left; just a gut feeling.

There is thick moss growing on the trees. The air is becoming crisper and goosebumps rise all over my bare arms. Help. I need to find my way home. It’s getting colder.

As I am trotting along the path now to keep warm, I am brought to a sudden halt by the materialization of a red knit sweater just inches in front of my nose. With the need for warmth, I toss caution to the chilling wind and pull the sweater on. There is a certain smell about it.

I come to realize after inhaling the scent for several minutes that the sweater isn’t mine. It belongs to someone close to me. Someone I must miss very much; I wish I knew who.