Leaving the road and houses behind, the runner enters the mature forest.
The tree canopy shields the sun leaving little ground vegetation and a clear path.
The only evidence of past inhabitants are well-placed stones aiding passage.
The forest was once alive with families, now only a few people venture into the basin.
There is no activity on the forest floor, just periodic bird chirps among the trees.
Bears seek beech trees for their nuts, but are rarely encountered.
A gurgling brook provides tranquility and a sense of peace.
The calm of the forest eases the runner’s mind.
A much needed respite from the world.
Serenity overcomes stress.
A thankful peace.