WoodNymphs

Soft light trickles to the forest floor, a gentle green in colour from filtering through the canopy above you. You hear a robin chirping nearby, and, in the distance, a blue jay calls out persistently for a mate. As you pad softly through the underbrush, twigs snapping occasionally from beneath your feet, you catch a glimpse of a marvelous sight: a beautiful woman, lounging, naked, in the crook of a tree. She sees you, and, smiling, beckons you to her. You walk toward her, a nymph of the woods.