Valerie Waters, meandered, chuckling. Strolling though the countryside, laughing at the pointless beauty of it all. The colours of nature astounded her, birdsong played symphonic rainbows in the periphery of her vision. It was autumn, and the red leaves moved like flames in the bracing wind. She felt no cold, just the caress of air against her nakedness.
As day faded to night and the moon rose, she lay down to sleep on a mattress of pine needles, overcome by the scent and the silence.