In the forest thicket

What do we see? At first — darkness, coolness, humidity. It's like entering the shadow of a northern forest, where old trees obscure the sky, and the light breaks through only in timid rays. The powerful trunks are like the columns of an ancient temple. Between them are thin, weak trees trying to survive in the shadow of the giants.

Silence. Dampness. Calmness. But the forest is shown here as it is. Majestic. Mighty. A little scary. And infinitely attractive.

I want to stay here. Sit down on a fallen tree. Breathe in moist air. To listen to the silence in which life lurks.