"Through the stark and leafless trees, I see her. I remember the first day I saw her; an instant attraction. I think she's beautiful. She has such pensive blue eyes; they remind me of a blue sky right before the sun descends. Every time I see her I want to talk to her, I want to get to know her, and I want to be her friend. She usually completes the lower woodland walk in six minutes and forty-two seconds; she misses the deeper woodlands and goes home, I believe. I walk down the road at the same speed as her. She reaches the crossroads at the bottom of the road, looks both ways, and then jogs...