The cool change of autumn has already begun to paint the forest with it golden and amber hues. Even the tall pine trees, evergreen and resolute against the cold, have had their boughs silvered with the first frosts of the season. The light is soft here, the stillness complete.
Before you can step between the tall trees and enter the peaceful forest, you pause at the timber gate. The wood is silvered with age and smooth where countless others have swung it open and closed over the years. As inviting as the path ahead is, the gate separates it from the world outside. This is where you leave your worries, and enter the quiet stillness beyond.