The Woods
Morning, Cold, White
Adam loved living in the woods at winter. He loved waking up in the morning, feeling the cool air on his body when he crawled out of bed and the icy breeze that hit his face when he stepped outside. He loved walking through the trees with no noise apart from the crunching snow beneath his feet, with the only movement that surrounded him being the occasional drop of water falling from the high branches. He went with a smile, his journey lasting but five minutes until he saw that small boy’s happy face waiting at his own wooden door.