Walking through a forest, sometimes maybe it's too quiet. Hardly any daylight penetrating the tree canopy. The path isn't too narrow or twisting out of sight. Yet no one ahead or behind or on either side.
The air is still but damp from yesterday's shower as is the ground beneath my feet. I look to one side and the hypnotising gaze of the trees draws me in. Maybe I have turned into a stump of wood as well, as the mosquitoes get bolder. Their buzz around my ears keeps me firmly entranced. The woods almost have me but one naughty little mosquito was too greedy too soon. It takes a nibble at my leg. The "prick" broke the spell.
For better or for worse, I got back to my senses and headed back down the treaded path.