Dancing Woods

Few countryside experiences can match the pleasures felt when walking through woods on a bright afternoon at this time of year with a narrow winding path ahead of you.

The patches of sun and shade seem almost to be part of a well rehearsed dance.

And at the end of the path emerging from the woods with the wind behind and warm sun firmly in place a comma butterfly poses grammatically on the fence.


He remained open and refused to reveal his punctuation.