The soothing sound of the bubbling brook calms my nerves, by now my shoes are long gone, sitting and sunning on a rock whilst I venture into the forest. The moss is like a soft, fluffy blanket beneath my feet. The sunlight dapples through the leaves overhead and casts a sea of rays into the gentle rush of the creek. Nature seems unruffled by my troubled heart, its gentle breeze seemingly blowing away my pain like leaves in fall. With each step my footprints seem lighter in the moss, as though I were becoming lighter the deeper I delved into this mysterious place.
I have soon found my favorite spot, nimbly hopping up onto the log and walking to the its center over the stream. I gather my dress as I sit, and let my feet dip into the cool, refreshing water. The bubbles tickle my feet as they rush by.
Finally, I am able to take that desired breath of clean, fresh air. I lean over to look at the shadowed and blurred reflection of the teary-eyed maiden in the water and remember w