You step off the second bridge and walk down the dirt road beyond. Nothing but thick trees on each side. So filled with a since of power magic and danger here. Every hair on your body seems to wave with life. You sing songs you listened to in high school and in this still night your voice sounds perfect. Just right. You keep the melodies but you change the words to fit your life, your now. You walk about a mile down the road without seeing any buildings or side roads. Owls hoot all around you.