It’s a dark and scary forest

Today is a rainy day, yet warm (by winter standards).  A balmy 54 F, yet there is still snow on the ground.  Driving back home this afternoon, most of the low laying areas, many still having protected patches of snow, were filled with a covering of fog.  Not so dense everything was obscured, but dense enough to give everything a haze.

The forested areas were especially nice, the trees, still devoid of leaves, a gray-brown against a gray sky.  Thunder in the air.  The fog filled land hiding something indeterminate, just behind those far trunks, only partially visible from where I was.  It made me stop and think for a moment.  Would I wonder off into that dark and scary forest?

Being a bit too curious from time to time, the answer is yes.  But I would bring my sword (I’ve got a couple), bow, and definitely some magic to back it all up.

Then Mel Brooks came into my head and I thought: “There wolf.  There castle.”