By Rachel Le Maistre
It was a sunny day. I walked up to my bus stop from the Moulin De Queteval. The wind was light, but the big oak trees across from the field were energetically swaying. I looked through my anthology and I was immediately drawn to this passage from Charles Dickens' "The Pickwick Papers"
Excerpt from "The Pickwick Papers"
"A delightful walk it was; for it was a pleasant afternoon in June, and their way lay through a deep and shady wood, cooled by the light wind which gently rustled the thick foliage, and enlivened by the songs of the birds that perched upon the boughs. The ivy and the moss crept in thick clusters over the old trees, and the soft green turf overspread the ground like a silken mat."