Rays of light sipping through the thick foliage of the Oak and Linden trees.

Ancient rocks covered with soft green moss. Shaped and tossed around by the inland ice, or perhaps by the giant trolls sleeping their thousand year sleep in the hidden caves.

Leaf rustle around my feet as I slowly walk over the old stone fence.

Around me the acorns drop to the ground, or is it the squirrel throwing trying to hit me, tries to scare me off.

The forest is full of mystery, just stop and listen, imagine. Ha de Gött!