THICK BRANCHES dangled from many a tree, and a hodgepodge of flowers, which were common to this area only, highlighted the otherwise monotonous forest floor. I could still see the Lake from behind the flurry of branches from this deep end, but I couldn’t pinpoint where my lady-in waiting was.
A medley of sounds, most belonging to insects and critters, filled the air, and overpowered the sounds of several woodpeckers in the distance. I stopped walking and the grass scrunched underneath me. The occasional beam of light from the late morning’s sun made its way through the canopy allowing for a medley of bushes to rule the branch and twig-laden ground below.
But my thoughts weren’t on the forest floor anymore. It focused on the massive man in front of me. Silent. Quiet. A storm crossed his
