The forest.
Infinite depths.
It’s the year 2018 in Leysiefen.
The small community of the town of Leichlingen in western Germany, has been one of my favorite walking areas since I was little.
Once the forest lay fairy tale like between the river Wupper, some farmland and mountain foothills, entwined and crisscrossed by countless trails, on the outskirts of the village. A forest in which we got lost lost as children.
Nowadays, due to intensive clearing, it is only a reflection of itself. And yet we are drawn to it again and again, because a bit of magic has remained, albeit strongly colored by my memories.
I wonder if Tia and Sandy smell the grief of the trees. The sorrow of the spruces and the pain of the pines? The ache of the lichens and the misery of the wild strawberries?
Maybe.
