Deep within the woods, trees lurk with large gaps in their bark. The bark on the trees nurtures a murky brown color, with several little deteriorations from the number of times they had been utilized.
Not only does the crevice of empty space provide shelter for animals, it also provides an escape for the sounds heard amongst the night’s escapade. In and out, the sounds would come. A person can hear them achingly close if they were to stand amidst it all, as many people often do. They usually question the noises that brush against their ears, and question what could make something sound so achingly eloquent.
Although, after the questions are thought and the answers are hidden, those curious people tend to wander. They tend to wander their own mind’s route, letting the question of that sound be clearer. When people can’t see, they imagine they can.
People often don’t think of the little sounds just being squirrels, or a rustle being a chipmunk running into its hole in the bark. Instead, when vision is obscured, ultimate creativity is released. Suddenly, the sounds heard by people are not squirrels, or chipmunks, or even rain. They are the creativity hidden within people. More often than not, people’s minds wander when sight is evaded, and thoughts are provoked. It happens so easily, even just simply by the setting people reside in.
Getting lost physically and mentally heightens people’s senses, stirs their emotions, and evokes a creativity deep within them that’s deprived when they are certain of the outcomes.
