As I walk through the red and orange forest I can hear the Autumn leaves crunching under my feet. I inhale the fresh air as I find a nice log to sit upon. I stop, look around. It's nice here. Quiet. This is where I belong. I come out here to get away from it all. When the city has awoken and everything becomes crazy, I leave. I come out here. No chaos, no pollution. It's perfect here. Mellow and peaceful. The only sounds I hear are the birds chirping as they soar through the sky and the scurrying of all the small creatures as they move along the forest floor. Sometimes I want to bring people along with me when I come but that would ruin the quiet. I want to tell others about this place but if I did they would all come and it would be like I never even left the city. I come alone. I'm always alone here. I'm all alone except for the animals that roam freely around me. I don't bother them and they don't bother me. It's an agreement we've had since I started coming. Bees buzz loudly around me as I sit upon my log and think. And as I think I wonder about my life and what I could be doing differently. I think about the loved ones that I've lost. I think about things that are pointless and meaningless. I just think. Once I start I have a hard time stopping myself. I eventually have to snap out of it and bring myself back to reality. When the sun starts to set I know it's time for me to leave. I stand up from my log and start walking. Back to the city is where I must go. As I leave I tell all the animals goodbye and that I'll see them next time. As I leave the red and orange forest I can hear the Autumn leaves crunching under my feet. I exhale the fresh air and inhale the polluted air. Goodbye, thinking place. Goodbye.