On our way to town or work, we drive through this patch of wood just after the village we live in. Ever since I was little, I've found it attractive, mysterious, beautiful, dark. I remember one time in high school, a theatre group invited schools out here for an outdoor play, in the forest. I lived in town then, and wanted to be hip and cool and urban, and thought this place was soooo far away. Now it's a part of the surroundings I call home.
One thing though, that I'd never noticed before we moved out here, is that little patch of cleared forest on the hill just ahead as you drive through the wood. In winter, when its covered in snow, it looks like a cloud there on the hill. A perfect little cloud.
Can you see it?