Once upon a time, in a forest far away

I just came across, in the course of looking for something else for my work, the first paragraphs of an article about the walnut forests in Kyrgyzstan.

In Kyryzstan, there are great, lonely swathes of fruit forest: walnut, pistachio, juniper, wild apple and wild cherry—and in places pure walnut.

I am happier knowing that walnut forests exist, gnarled, quiet with their secrets, golden with dappled sunlight, soft with moss, sweet with apple and cherry. Imagining them, I feel a little peace.