Psithurism
A gust of wind blew through the trees, giving her goosebumps.
The temperature was certainly low that day.
She stood in the midst of the woods.
Soon someone would be coming down the forest path, calling out her name loudly, scaring all the birds.
Not like there were too many species of birds in that particular patch of forestry.
It was mainly -- towering trees with burnished trunks, wild grasses, and short shrubs.
She looked above her head -- the sky was cloudless, a pleasant shade of light blue.
She...