I take your hand, feeling your soft warm skin, and begin to lead you tenderly down the path. You take one last look at the cabin that is now slowly being swallowed by the forest as we walk further away from it. The path twists and winds its way through the trees, the occasional scots pine or birch root putting an obstacle on the path and blueberry and raspberry bushes dotted throughout loaded with fruit. Saplings are trying to reach the sunlight that is coming in low over the horizon, the light being lazily broken up by the leaves in the light breeze. I carefully lead you over the obstacles and occasionally pick at a few berries. Their taste indescribable, both of our faces showing pleasure at every berry that we put into our mouths.