I found a long trunk and sat on it. I watched the water rush by. I watched an ant struggle through my embedded shoe print with a leaf. I peeled my skin and watched the flakes float away.
I saw green. And more green. I saw the moss and the ferns. I saw the great trunks and the great roots. The fallen. I saw sunlight and I saw decay. And no one saw me.
I saw every size of trunk and every color, too. I saw trees leaning over the water, and others leaning on each other. I saw the new trees, and the very old, old giants.
I saw a slug. With a... round, white gill?
I walked through Greenlees Grove. I thought for the longest time that it was Greenless Grove and I was amused by the clever irony of its namer. Later, the truth wasn't so amusing. But it was a lovely grove.
Then I went home.
