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The wind whistled through the trees. Leaves scrunching under my sneakers. The strong scent of last night's rain premating the air. Puddles filled the dirt road I had discovered last week.
If Antieno hadn't drove me home, I'd still be none the wiser.
Humming softly, I skipped down the road. My camera hung around my neck, but I'm only exploring today. I'm not planning on taking any photographs, but some precious moments are too good to leave my camera behind for.
The main purpose I had my camera today was for comfort. For company without actual company.
The loud beep of a horn snapped me out of my thoughts.
My focus snapped forward, where an Audi R8 rolled to a stop in front of me. Blinking rapidly, I gasped at the car. Coming to terms with my almost accident.
It wasn't like anyone other than Antieno used the road. No one else other than me dared to enter the woods. Hence me not having been paying attention to where I was walking. I didn't expect him to be in the wood this early. It was 8:00 a.m.
"Good morning Dewdrop! What brings you here so early?" He called, head popping out the window from the drivers side. A wide boxy smile filling his lips, crinkling his eyes.
My heart did not skip a beat seeing that. Of course it didn't.
"Forgot my bike in the woods. Forgot it's existence until I wanted it this morning, so came here to look for it." I explained with a sheepish smile. Walking closer to the car so we won't have to keep shouting across the road.
My answer earned me a curious look from him.
"Do you remember where you last left it?" He asked.
"Last I saw it was before I climbed the tree I fell off of." I didn't have to think before answering. I'd been thinking of it all morning.
"The same place we met?"
"One and the same."
"Dewdrop..." he trailed off, looking unsure how to continue. "You do realise you're heading in the wrong direction for that, don't you? This road leads back to my place, the tree you fell off of is about two miles that way."
He pointed in the general direction of the wood over my shoulder. The right side of the road. Away from the direction was walking in.
Throwing a glance over my shoulder, I shook my head. A chuckle bubbling out as I turned back to face him.
"That was just an excuse to enter the woods so early in the morning. I'm horrible with directions, I know I won't find my bike." I explained. "In truth, I simply wanna explore where the road leads to and all. I still can't believe I've gone three years of my life not even knowing such an easy access to the woods existed. I feel so betrayed no one ever told me. I mean, I've been getting my socks or converse/sneakers wet trying to cross the stream for nothing, when I could've just avoided it altogether."
