The trees themselves were watching me. That was the only explanation, however irrational, it made sense to me as I hiked this trail. The trees were a singular unit, an army of sorts. They looked down on me from their dizzying heights. They knew all about this forest, this mountain. They knew more than I did or ever would and they weren’t going to give up their secrets so easily. I’d have to infiltrate their ranks, and earn their trust if I wanted answers. I knew they had the answers I was looking for, if only I had the right questions to ask.
A little taste of what I’ve been working on the past few months. More to come if anyone is interested.
What They Don't Tell You 