She took me out of the city and lay me down with her next to the shrubs close to a ravine in what I could only imagine was a deer skin. She made it clear with her reactions that I was not to speak, and nor did she, but very soon we began to communicate with one another in images and all was understood between us, even without words.

She taught me the language of the forest.

The ground spoke to me of ancient times when they were covered in snow, but they were happier then because the soil was alive and the ravens still sung. I learned of ancient healers and medicine men who used to walk the lands when they were brown in Autumn.

The next night we were closer, as she naked next to me my hands felt invited to explore her body, whch was pleasing to her and wonderful to me. When I reached her sex with my fingers it was warm and moist but I knew there was fear in my heart over whether we should make love and when I touched her clitoris she reacted negatively after a moment, but perhaps only as a consequence of my trepidation. I know we slept together but did not make love.