Plantation Mansion™
 (copyright © 2012 by Towne Square America™)

The trees all look the same now. The roots all look the same. Looking up - THE SAME! You’re worried that you could be going in circles ... or, worse, that this forest of tall trees could go on forever. At points you keep catching glimpses of a canyon, but you just can’t see to get to there from here!

It has all looked the same in this forest of Weeping Willows and Morton Bay Fig trees as the  hours disappeared. You keep tripping and falling over the roots and you’re really, really, REALLY tired from wandering aimlessly.

You just want to find your way out! You do your best to stay calm, but panic and claustrophobia are setting in!

The twisted and tangled roots sprawling on the ground all around you, make it harder and harder to make your way along whatever “route” you are heading. You’re really thirsty with your mouth parched now and you realize you haven’t had anything to drink all , ... you keep talking to yourself, but you know you’ve just got to find your way out!

Do you go forward (if that is, indeed, forward)?

Do you head backwards (if that really is “going back”)?

Or, how about going left (if that really is going left)?

Then there is always right (if that truly is going right)?

Time to decide ...