The night sky was black, no clouds in the sky, the only light I had was from the moon. There had been recent fires in this area. I could still smell the fresh burnt wood. I don’t really know why people like me would walk through these woods but, I find it like this thing we call life...imperfect. I followed the scent of the fresh burnt wood and found an outcrop with a pond. This place looks like it hasn't been touched by...