A naked woman wakes up in the woods.
A shapely lass, body shape exemplary of her (much healthier) time.
She’s a bit dopy, as if bemused as to her whereabouts.
Totters barefoot across fallen trees.
Of into the forest.
Stands with arms aloft with a leafy twif in hand.
Salutes the sky. Saluting nature? All very ‘Triumph Of The Will’ but
with no clothes.
She moves atround and does this salute again and again.
Totters along another tree trunk.
Lies down for a rest.