The woods were always a sanctuary. The coolness of the shadows, the fresh green mossy rocks to lie on, and the smell of spruce and pine suited her. The hemlock, and fragrant fir trees were a special treat. She made wreaths from the vines covering the forest floor and often rested among the pine needles.
She also had a special favorite grove of maples. Their branches curved over the worn, smooth grass and made a hollow for her to walk through. In her dreams she walked this path, discovering new sites every night. During the day she looked for them but only found the familiar flowers and grass. If she were asked to rate these experiences on a scale, they would definitely be the top two.