Hera

The woods has always been my home. It was easier to have relationships with animals and plants than people.

They are less complicated.

I was taking a stroll, checking on some of the trees I'd planted recently.

The sun was just perfect, not too hot and the air was chilly.

I stopped to admire a family of squirrels when I heard a voice humming.

It was beautiful and captivating.

Against my better judgement, I went towards the voice.

There was a lonely cottage with a woman weeding in front of it. Her red hair was tied up in a big bun. I wonder where it'll reach if she let...