A Walk Through the Silent Forest

The cold was gnawing at my hands, as I was gripping the handlebars. A cold, gloomy morning, with such a dense fog that nobody wanted to get out this Sunday morning. The roads were almost empty, and the world seemed wrapped in a heavy grey winter stillness.

It wasn’t the kind of day that I’d go for a ride - but I wanted to explore it.

As I was coming back, wet and muddy, just as I passed the edge of a forest, something pulled at me. An eerie feeling. A muted, foggy forest. So I decided to follow the muddy trail, slowly, listening to the silence and the occasional woodpecker, working hard in the high crowns of the trees.

I got off my bike and I walked beside it, looking closely for signs of life.

The snowdrops were brave enough to sprout between the fallen leaves. The forest it getting ready for the impending spring.

Until next time,

Leonard