Treasures in the woods

Hand in hand, all our fingers tightly intertwined while our shoes crunched the earth below, we walked further into the depths of our surrounding woods. Taking adventures and searching for lost treasures. My daughter balanced her body as she tip toed across a fallen log. My son searched through down debris to find acorns and perfectly shaped pine cones. We carried our bodies through the crisp air and talked about the wondrous beauty that filled our eyes. We caught a glimpse of a buck eating some red berries off the tallest bush and squirrels rapidly scrounging nuts for their late evening dinner. We watched our feet disappear beneath the dried leaves, before we stumbled upon a hidden wishing well in the middle of the woods. This dilapidated well must have been the main water source for an old country house, once upon a time. We were probably standing over a structured foundation that once contained many memories from friends and families. We sat on a nearby log and imagined what the house may have looked liked and what the people may have done daily. We discussed for a while, sharing our opinions from what our imaginations created, before the cold got the better of us, and we sauntered our way back out of the woods... Waiting to see where another adventure will carry us...