[ IP ] Through the Woods

Glancing over her shoulder, she released her lower lip from her teeth's grip and looked back ahead. The rain was coming and going, infrequent with its visits to the woods. The woman with the red umbrella knew her cabin would be coming into view soon and her mind was already focusing on the hot cup of tea she would make for herself. A few birds began to tweet around her but when she looked up, she could n't see a thing. Her cool hands moved along the umbrella's pole, now finding a cool spot which had n't been warmed by her palms. The ground under her was damp and smelled of fresh mud and pine. Finally able to escape Tokyo, the woman was allowing herself to feel again. To smell again. To live again.
