Imagine long, dark trunks surrounding you. Low undergrowth. A soft breeze. Dappled light filtering through the leaf canopy laced above your head. How would your life change if you walked in these woods daily?
What’s enchanting about that vision?
If your nose crinkles at the thought, then what’s utterly repulsive about it?
Who would you get to be during your walk?
Who would you emerge as?