That spot, way in the back. Right at the point where if you took another step you'd get lost. A trail to follow. Where the sunlight only hits half the leaves. Where there's just enough moss to brush your arm but never enough to find it on command. Where the bugs are abundant but they rather not explore your body. Where it's always 75 degrees. "Everyone's" been there but only you know about it. Time slows down and eventually stops. You could think about everything and nothing at the same time. The place where subtle life decisions are made.
