A melancholy tune echoed among the fir copses of the Haunted Wood. Slanted shadows of the twilight hung from the boughs of the elms that twisted and curled over the worn dark path. There was a not a sound save the 'blip- blip' of the little pond down the slope a ways and the crinkle of the leaves under Anne's soft leather boots. Not even her own breathing could be distinguished from the sighing of that melancholy tune, now drifting away over the hills. The sun, just peeking over the rim of the trees, was brilliantly red in the darkening sky. Anne could not think of a better way to spend an evening, out in the air, not doing anything.just simply living.

There had been many walks with Diana and the other girls, but none satisfied her craving for loneliness as this did. It was not really a lonely loneliness, but a loneliness filled with silence and autumn air and.dreams. Yes, that was it. There was no other place in the world she would rather be in at this moment. Even the trees seemed to listen to her musings as the crimson sky deepened to a musty purple. Anne wrapped her scarf a little tighter around her neck as the breeze stiffened to a cold wind. As the cold passed, she tiptoed down the path a few more steps, wondering what might she find as the path twisted around the corner. A soft glow beamed at her through the trees. Smiling, she stepped forward towards the light as a silvery crescent moon rose above. Feeling quite satisfied, Anne escaped softly from the silhouetted wood across the yard to the front porch, stopping for a moment for a sigh of contentment before retreating to the warmth of the Green Gables kitchen.