A gentle, cool breeze rustled the leaves of the large maple tree that Winnie lied under. Winter had long since passed, it’s chilling grip on the landscape was broken by the first flower bud that bloomed. She gazed up at the swaying branches of the trees, the rays of the sun playing optical tricks with the leaves. Normally such a leisurely spending of time would make her feel restless and create a craving for exploration, but after months of being almost confined to her house just the opportunity to venture outside wouldn’t be taken for granted.

The fresh green grass tickled the soles of her feet. No doubt her mother would soon disturb the natural calm and tell her to get up, the idea of the possibility of getting dirty one of the occupants of her mind. But soon the warmth of the season would float in and the woods would beckon to her again.