The air today smelled different. Not like the city, all gasoline and hot concrete. Out here, it was a cool, green smell–a mix of wet earth, pine needles, and something sweet I couldn’t name. It filled my lungs and for the first time all week, I felt like I could actually breathe.Anya, Ksyusha, and I had ditched our plans for another boring coffee in town. "Let’s get lost," Anya had said, and we did, in the best way possible. The path into the forest was a soft carpet of last year’s leaves, muffling our steps and our laughter.Sunlight dripped through the canopy like liquid gold, painting shifting patterns on the forest floor. Ksyusha, our unofficial botanist, kept pointing at things. "Look, that’s lungwort! And over there, wood sorrel." She plucked a small, clover-like leaf and handed it to me. "Taste it." It was sour and fresh, a tiny, wild burst of flavor on my tongue.We found a giant spruce tree that had fallen in a winter storm, its roots creating a huge, earthy wall. We scrambled up onto its massive trunk, walking along it like balance beams, arms outstretched, giggling like we were seven years old again. For a moment, high up on that tree, I wasn’t an almost-adult worrying about university exams or the future. I was just a girl in the woods with her friends.We talked about everything and nothing. Anya confessed her secret crush on the guy from the music shop. Ksyusha ranted about her strict parents. I told them about my fear of leaving home for studies in the autumn. The forest listened, absorbing our secrets without judgment. It felt safer here than any locked room.As the afternoon light began to soften, turning a deep, honeyed yellow, we found a clearing. We just lay on our backs in the moss, watching the clouds drift by. It was so quiet, just the whisper of the wind in the pines and the distant call of a cuckoo. No phones, no notifications, just the three of us in a perfect, silent understanding.Walking back, our shoes dusty and our hair smelling of smoke and pine, I felt a pang of sadness. The real world was waiting. But as I looked at my friends, their faces relaxed and happy, I knew we were carrying a piece of the forest’s peace back with us. It was tucked into our pockets, a secret treasure to hold onto until our next escape.
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