A very short story.
The Forest for the Trees
Trees cracked as they swayed slightly, the sound resonating and echoing through the forest. Leaves created a thick, soft cushion across the ground as far as the eye could see.
A dull light covered this place, though it was so dim it was difficult to determine whether it was a filtered sun or a bright moon. Something about the air in the forest changed the quality of light here. It took on a dream-like quality, colors less vivid, shadows almost absent.
I’m not sure why I came here, if I’m being honest with myself. It felt as though I had some sort reason, some motivation, but that was lost to me now. All I could think about was the fact that even though it wasn’t a difficult place to traverse, there was no obvious path or forest edge visible from within it.
It seemed to go on forever, as though there were nothing else outside it.
A thought presented itself to me: “Be here always.”
And that was OK.