Is it you? 

Staring off into the shadows, the birds chirp but nothing moves. Not a breeze, not a branch, not a single snap. Slowly the woods start closing in on me. The trees..they start to part. There’s a face there now, staring back at me. Sheer curiosity. Don’t worry, I see you too. Hammer cocked, trigger resting, heart racing with anticipation. Slowly emerging, exquisite beauty. The most startling thing I’ve ever seen. But is this real? Am I imagining? The area begins to darken, your face begins to fade; meet again soon someday.