Walking down a forest trail, you stop to enjoy the gentle breeze weaving among the trees. The early afternoon sun filters into rays that lightly graze the forest floor, with none of the heat. A bird or two flutters through the trees overhead, and a squirrel scurries up a nearby tree. Taking a deep breath and relaxing, you turn, and oh! You meet one of the forest guardians, gesturing you towards a bench you did not notice before. The breeze weaves through the trees again, seemingly to direct you to the benches as well. And of course you do, giving a slight bow to the guardian as you do so....