From the bed in my room, I could see through the large window to the trees beyond, and I could hear the beaches rustling and sighing just over the side of the valley.
I went to the door of my room and opened it quietly, with my precious secret in my hand.

Dear Diary,
All this talk of the woods and the valleys and the woods gave me the lovely idea that tonight I would go forth and visit all the above mentioned places myself. I will undertake to go into as many of them as I please, and I will visit the woods and I will visit the valleys and I will visit the empty houses all standing still.