Strolling through the woods I look up, seeing the beauty in the trees around me. The sounds of nature ringing through my ears. Smells beautifully blowing through the gentle, loving, autumn, wind. Spinning around in a standing circle with arms wide open, and absorbing the fresh air. Feeling the sun filter through the tree tops, just beaming down with happy warmth. Closing my eyes, soaking in the rays of glowing sunshine, I sense someone or something watching me. I slowly lowered my head from looking up at the sun beam coming through the tree tops. Looking around me, there wasn’t anything different visually.. It was quieter than before. Ears started to ring so loud because of not having any sound or any wind. The scenes around me as I continued to walk, were like I was walking in a painting. I chuckled quietly to myself. I was walking in a living painting; God’s painting. Continuing on, only making sounds beneath my footsteps and moving branches to get through; when needed. There wasn’t any hurry. The feeling of being watched wasn’t a scary one, it was a curiosity one—I could tell. I know that sensation as well, as for being a curious one myself, too. I kept sensing it from a long distance away then it would get closer, closer at times, then gone for days. After the few days had past of not feeling watched, I ended up at the homestead I built by hand by the river. Grabbing my note book and pencil, climbed up a tree, and perched myself there. Writing as pleased, I felt the sensation again. Stopping what I was doing, I looked around to see who or what it was. Nothing unusual.. Then I heard a click. I shrugged it off thinking it was a branch braking off somewhere.. I hear more of the sound OF a tree branch creaking.. Listening intensely, still writing. This didn’t sound like just any animal was on it.. Or it was a heavy stupid bear. I stopped writing and put my pencil down in my notebook when I heard a thud. A groan that wasn’t animal like came from that direction too. Part of me wanted to find out who or what it was, part of me wanted to run and hide; not wanting to be found by anyone. To be free from human kind. Not told what to do or judged, just free as the birds in the trees. To do as I please without someone harking on my every move. I was like a deer; watching yet ready to run at any moment. The woods was silent. There was rustling in the direction I heard the branch break. The sound of something getting up from the ground and dusting itself off. I heard a voice, it shocked me to hear another voice out in these woods. Since there isn’t any trails or anything. It was a frustrated sad tone, smooth too. I couldn’t tell what they were saying but they were sad. Then I heard them walking away out of the woods. I could feel the sadness they gave off. I wondered, ‘Why they were sad?’ The woods is a calming place. Grabbing my notebook and heading back to the cabin to change. I got ready for a shower. Thinking of what happened today made me wonder what they were doing. Told myself not to worry about it. After the shower, I grabbed something to eat out of the stream next to the cabin. As I was hand grabbing fish, I felt this same presence again. The same as before. It was calm too. Not intruding, just observing, feeling like they were admiring. I went along doing what I needed to do, ignoring the sensation. Feeling the sensation leave as I ate my meal in the cabin.