Crispen
Each step through the grass laid with sticks and stones led to what can only be described as the most beautiful part of the forest. The trees as tall as mountains covering the area in a shade that the sun occasionally broke through to create lines of striking beauty. A honey-colored glow in the forest where the leaves sometimes fell. The trees almost like soldiers in a line allowing for a wide-open space in the center to be used for larger gatherings and celebrations. The wood chips decorating the aisle, trying to remind us where we are meant to be once we’ve walked it. The wooden pews that were today in abundance to facilitate the immense number of people attending. I stood looking around at the autumn trees, the vases filled with flowers of purple and white varieties. The rope a
