The forest

The forest was not the same or she was wrong with the forest, unlikely considering that she was walking there for the last seven years. It didn´t make sense that she couldn´t find the cabin. In the last week, Minerva couldn´t find it. On Monday and Tuesday could have been reasonable because she got really angry at work. On Wednesday she couldn´t sleep well. There was no specific reason for Thursday, and on Friday she was so annoyed that even if it could have been in front of her, she wouldn´t have released.

On Saturday, she was walking aimlessly pretty sure that the trees around were so similar to the ones around her cabin, and she knew what she was talking about. Despite her rejection of technologies, Minerva was checking her GPS every second. She covered the whole forest without results. It wasn´t a dream. Her cabin had to be there.

On Sunday was cold but Minerva kept searching. The birds sang flying around her. It was funny. The wind shook the leaves which were falling like the snow in the winter. The sound of the water flowing through a close stream seemed to be the voice guiding her steps to nowhere.

Minerva stopped exhausted falling to the ground. She looked at the sky. No, it wasn´t there neither. She observed the clouds drawing the sky and the oaks´ treetops waving smoothly. Her feet were freezing. The sun on her face.

She loved spending the afternoons in her cabin. Sometimes, just enjoying the environment, like she was doing at that moment. She could keep searching the cabin for days, but the forest was not the same anymore.