Trees rose up around the girl, giving her the appearance of being small and highly insignicant compared to all their natural beauty. Stretching to the heavens were their limbs, stretching higher and higher, with every right their glory bestowed upon them.
The thick smell of decaying leaves, moist dirt and pure life saturated the woods, seeping into Jode and lightening her spirit as well as her step. She wore grass stained jeans, torn in places and obviously old, as were her hiking boots, in dire need of reapair, and her light green tee. A navy blue jaked was tied around her waist, and a small satchel slung over her shoulder.
The woods music flitted about her ears, as well as the birds that fluttered about and the small creatures that scurried past. A bubbly giggle escaped the young woman as a squirrel scurried after a much smaller one, who had most likely been digging up the firsts nuts.
Suddenly, Jode startled, spinning round and straining her ears. A sound very much unlike what she was used to had echoed throughout her area of the woods; but when it didn't sound again, Jode shook her head and continued on.
She had been walking along an old wood-cutters path that she had found a few years back, and which had become her favourate of all the tracks, and she lowered her head when she reached the more trechorous part, to ensure she didn't trip. Lifting her head once she passed it, hoping to find herself standing before a small clearing she often stopped to rest in, Jode was greeted by a light fog. Frowning, she flicked her misbehaving, chocolate brown fringe from her eyes, muttering.
"What the hell?"