It looked like nothing had changed; other than the willows had grown taller. Well, so had she.
She strolled through the waist high grass. From beneath her boots, the soothing scent of wild mint mingled with bees buzzing around flowers.
As a child, this had been her playground. Picnics, exploring, honing her nature skills.
Relaxation for the soul. A diversion for the mind. Then, as now, it was a sanctuary.