#forrest walk

I didn’t pay much attention to them and just kept walking past them. I saw a wolf. It was just roaming around. But it was a wolf so I kept my distance and stayed safe. It’s fur looked soft and blew in the wind. It looked like a picture. A place I have written. That place of wonder. I have visited that place many times and still do. As an author, you need that wonder to create new books to be able to. . . Enjoy yourself. To inspire other people to do the same. To let the creativity flow free.

A few minutes pass by. Then an hour. I came upon a house. An oak colored house that I know. It wasn’t the biggest one. Nor the smallest. It was a pretty average house with 2 stories. The lights were on, making the outside light up beautifully. There was a normal, grey wooden fence around it which I opened and walked inside.

Inside was a nice normal house. The usual rooms you would see in any other home. A living room, a hallway with stairs leading up to the second floor with the bedrooms and bathrooms, and the kitchen. The kitchen had a table with plates with food and a nice fall themed tablecloth.