#4 reminded me of when I was a kid; every year for six years, I spent a week at church camp. One of the things I remember vividly and fondly is a section of woods near the cabins. I loved that place the best. All the trees were beautiful old white pines tall enough to walk under. (the lower branches might've been cut, I can't remember that detail.) But I remember the hush. The soft, cushion-y ground covered in inches of fallen needles. The crisp smell of evergreen. I would often wander off into that woods during my stays there. I've wished many times I could go back there or find some place similar. :)