The Tree Remembers, and the Magic of Forests
You are surrounded by cedars so massive that they turn the aspen and dogwood between them into undergrowth by comparison. Ferns brush against your legs as you walk between them, walk on ground which has the unnerving habit of turning your footsteps hollow. In those places, it is only because of the moss-covered tree roots that you don’t fall through the thin crust of soil and come face to face with the lacy fronds above them, and you know it.