A Way In

Writing is a form of therapy; sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write, compose, or paint can manage to escape the madness, melancholia, the panic and fear which is inherent in a human situation.
Given the choice, I'd rather tune into my Forest and never ever leave. How can you ever?

I found a picture I've been dreaming of since as long as I can remember. As much as I want to have it all to myself, I want to share it with others looking for their Forest too.