Inside, the first few pages radiated genuine wonder. The journal’s owner seemed enthralled by the forest’s rhythms—sketching details of local flora, marveling at how each season brought fresh life, and cataloging the behaviors of passing moose herds with almost scientific precision.
Wade found himself absorbed in the writer’s notes on wind patterns, habitat ranges, and even the personalities of individual animals. Little anecdotes about morning mist, nesting birds, and tranquil sunsets suggested a deep reverence for nature’s quiet magic.