The paths of Peace

The brown eye girl has been feeling it again. The pull of season of winter months. She has been trying to fight it as much as possible. Walking the trails almost daily creating her own path that have been there probably for many generations. The smell of the freshly fallen leaves fills her lungs with each step. The brown eye girl almost feels almost at peace weaving in and out of the broken trees just laying there. She wishes so much to just stay there in the woods with the creatures that scatter trying to gather any food they can before the snow fall. Oh, how it makes her miss one of her many homes of years gone by. The brown eye girl’s heart destresses when she takes her first step on the trail. If only she could bottle the feeling to keep on her shelf. Even now closing her eyes thinking of the paths almost over grown bring a smile upon her face almost giving her comfort again.