To the woods! To the woods!

Today, I needed the woods, and I haven't been up here for a while. Very ittle breeze. Very little sound. For a moment or two a frisson of rain through the trees, but nothing really.

The smell of leaves, though. When leaves are not long fallen, the smell is sweet. You could almost bottle it and sell it Christmas *. But as leaves rot down, the odour gets more acrid. Not unpleasant, just different.

Anyway, in the woods is peace.

* Well, you've smelt the other stuff they sell at Christmas, no?