Some woods aren't enchanted, but they are all inhabited by strange and wonderful beings.
The cycle of life and death plays out at a pace that is so slow as to be alien to our disconnected lifestyles. The trees all strive for sustenance from the sky and the earth, feed upon their fallen kin, powerfully push out roots and limbs, and ultimately go about the chaos of life with its infinite and infinitely interacting factors with quiet grace and complete indifference.
I had, for a brief subjective moment in time, insinuated myself into this engine of life but now I return to my world that is wonderful in its own right.
Time to go home.
A hot shower, a delicious dinner, and my own bed await... for now, that's magic enough for me.
