The smell of warm bark greeted me as I entered the forest. I followed the path to a crossroads. While the main street turned left, a less beaten track went straight ahead. As I arrived at the corner of the street, I noticed a young man, relaxing in a hammock between two nearby trees.
Threshold diary: Not moving
The smell of warm bark greeted me as I entered the forest. I followed the path to a crossroads. While the main street turned left, a less beaten track went straight ahead. As I arrived at the corner of the street, I noticed a young man, relaxing in a hammock between two nearby trees.