We ran, breathless to the forests’ full shadowed beauty. Reached trance-like lips toward lips, no trace of breath to break the magic… Crackling leaves encircled, lingering little limbs discovered heartbeats soaring towards each other. There beneath tall timber we melted, merged, meandered with no particular destination, and treetops brushed our hair. When I grew up, I wanted to marry the trees, but I forgot how. ~ Judith Pordon (Photo by Chris Craymer)