As darkness settles, the air grows cool and crisp, promising rain later to those who can feel it in their bones and guaranteeing a cold night for those who can’t. The smell of the air becomes almost a living thing, damp and thick; the smells are of the ponds, of the moist greenery, faint smoke coming from far off, and lastly, the smell of woods in the night. It all smells musty, in a cold sort of way, as if the whole outside world has become the den in an old house.
The woods in the night are magical. Bare though they are of leaves, they brim with a foreign power, a promise of mystery, adventure and danger that can be found in their depths. The branches of the trees seem to be like a hundred arms reaching out towards the sky, some leaning down and beckoning to the watcher to come in, to look closer.
The prospect of being lost in those woods is both frightening and enchanting. There is a feeling that anything could happen amongst the tree trunks, between the wild roots, inside knotholes. The onlooker can easily be hypnotized, drawn into the New England woodlands as if by invisible Fae. With the right sort of courage, perhaps those wild creatures could be discovered.
4 thoughts on “The Woods”
Oooooohhhhhh, I really like this piece, definitely hints of magical unseen things or beings in the woods. Anything could surely happen there, you are right! Nice job.
Do you ever feel similar about water. A deep bath, swimming pools, lakes. As soon as I enter the water, head underneath I feel completely free, anything can happen and the floating wide empty space engeers a feeling of flight. So ultimately free, care free, wild. I love to swim.
I think this is my favorite piece I’ve read of yours so far. Wonderful!
I want to be lost. I missed you…sorry been working on the new blog and have not been keeping up with my blogroll!