As a little kid I felt it. I remember the various days out with my Mum and Dad, we would go blackberry picking or drive out to places that had woods and as a kid I would explore. That generally meant walking through the trees rather than sticking to the path as my parents ambled along.
As an only child my imagination ran riot and I was lost in my own little world of sunbeams, shadows and carpets of bluebells. I loved the smell of the woods too, earthy and comforting. Then I grew up, did my own thing, had friends, went out clubbing etc and I lost that connection. I have had snippets of it come back since then but it is still something I need to capture fully and to capture it I need to get out there, away from town, walking boots on and just amble through the tree line just off of the paths as I did when I was with my parents all those years ago.
I find it difficult though, as adults we tend to have so many things to juggle that we always say we don’t have time and so things like this get left behind.