The sky glowed a warm shade of chardonnay in the autumn dusk. The trees were newly bare of their colorful leaves. Far out in the distance was a looming fog that would soon engulf the land. The air was cool, and still. It felt like nobody was here for miles. I enjoyed the solitude of being isolated. Here by myself, in a far off place away from all the problems of everyday city life. Here I don’t have to worry about somebody breaking into my house.
I often find myself walking through this place. I hear the rustling of the dead leaves from the squirrels gathering food before the long, hard winter. Occasionally I’ll see a moose walk through the wood with it’s large antlers. It’s strange, I’ve always considered them crowns for them. Like they are the Royalty of this quiet sacred place.
I’ve been in this place for so long, and the sun is in an eternal twilight. Which I’ve always loved because it’s like it’s either dawn or sunset. I love those two things very much.
I’m glad I died and went to my own little heaven.