On a stroll through these damp woods, I am contemplative. Ahead of me, just where the branches droop the lowest, I see my visitor. I am met by him underneath the drops suspended from the leaves. They await their fall. Suddenly I jump, and twist, grabbing a bright green leaf. Crushed in my hand I watch it's remnants float through the air as I blow and shake them into the breeze. I am grounded now. My visitor has gone. I walk on in the damp woods, contemplative. Met by my boyhood for a moment. Left alone now, a man once more.
