~This Chapter has repetitions of the Previous. It's for Clarity.~
CLEAR SKIES AND ABUNDANT TREES.
This is what Michael sees all around the Cabin. He had never seen the sky so big, or the sunrise so golden. He almost starts to love the place. Almost.
Glancing around, he spots a low-hanging branch spotting a thin sheet of snow. The snows had stopped and only faint dew showers hindered the full swing of Spring. He braces, bends his knees into a stiff arc, and runs.
He tears forward, across the moist snow-covered earth, until the trees shade off in a brown blur. He runs and runs, his lungs filling with the fresh country air. No wonder Arielle loved the place. The cool forest wind whispering over his ears, and brushing his clothes was so different from the whirring tunes of the air conditioners of the city. It is safe to say, the City might be a haven to some, but the Country, is a Zoar; a perfect slice of Eden.
