The sounds of birds fell on Ruth's ears, but she couldn't guess which birds they were. She looked up at the tall trees running beyond the limits of her vision in search of those birds. But she didn't find any.
The humidity in the air made her sweat profusely. She swiped her first finger over her forehead to wipe the beads of sweat that covered it.
She gulped, feeling thirsty. She looked around to see the ocean peeking from behind the tall trees. She was surrounded by water from all sides and yet not a single drop was useful to her.
Blowing air through her mouth, she continued on her way. The place was exceptionally peaceful. Only sounds present belonged to nature, and they added to the pleasantness of that place though the climate was not very pleasant.
She was alone on her path. Although she had never been to that place, that particular path felt familiar to her. She looked around, but there was not a single living soul in sight.
