Shades of green and brown against a backdrop of the bluest sky. Drops of dew sparkled and shimmered like glitter accenting the scene.
A massive tree seemed to be calling to her, inviting her to climb its outstretched arms and explore its rugged fingerprints of bark.
She imagined the life-giving pulse of nature running through the intricate veins in the leaves.
The moss underneath was alive with hidden beauty only known by curious fingers and imaginative eyes.
Tiny movements reminded her of the dramas being played out all around her by elaborately costumed, six-legged actors and their eight-legged villainous counterparts.
Although she was now thirty-two years old, this mysterious phantom of childhood took her to a place she hadn’t been in years: Outside herself.