I walk under a dimly lit canopy. Trees surround me. The fallen leaves cover the ground on my path. I can't see ahead very well. Oh, I know where I'm going, I think, but the mist blocks my view just a few yards from my face. Again I pull out the letter I received in the last town I visited. It's an encouraging note from a friend. His words stoke my soul, giving me the passion to go on. As I put away the letter I pick up speed, dodging the branches that block my stride ever so often. I begin to run. My heart beats faster and hits against my chest repeatedly with an empowering force. My momentum carries me far. Suddenly I smack into something and my body hits the ground with a hard thud.
My eyes open to a parting in the trees, allowing me to see the cloudy midday sky. Groaning from the fall, I sit up and feel the muscles in my upper right arm. They're sore from the blow. I must have hit the remains of the large dead tree in front of me. Yes, that was it. Nothing else was around to have st