There were pine trees around us along this trail. Their majesty requested a deep silence. We inhaled their pine breath with all the freshness they were giving away. We heard the whispering tires when they were in chilly touch with the forest sand. The air we breathed was the purest. The royal forest silence put a spell on us. We were enchanted. We were rolling through the high forest. Up to the the running creek. And here we were. Three of us: Xena, Hara, and Saha crossing unknown water:
