It’s the middle of the night in the forest, and we decide to walk out beyond the electric lamps that light the main trail and into the darkness of the back trails where we hope the moon will light our way. It’s cloudy, so the darkness quickly envelopes us. We go maybe ten steps before realizing our mistake. We turn around, but it’s too late. We have slipped over to the other side where the ghosts and fairies live. I want to say we wandered for nights without day, but when we finally stumble out of the forest and across the small island, we have only been away for half an hour at most. This is the way of the forest. We are lucky as some have come out of the forest aged as if away for years. When asked what they have seen to turn the hair white, they cannot describe the experience with words.
