Enjoyable, almost nostalgic moment that smells like fresh rain, soil, hints of burned ozone after thunder. Reading the description paints a different image; spring, warm sun and forest. I crossed a wide still frozen ditch but the ice cracked and my feet got wet. Luckily I had spare socks with me. Sitting on a tree stump, changing to dry socks I see deers in the distance. This is where I belong, the birth of a new season. I stay here for a while.
