Grandbois Profil de chat inversat

One misty morning, you ventured into the forest where Grandbois was working, drawn by the steady sound of the saw striking the wood. Your gaze met his, and he paused to observe you, not with suspicion, but with a seriousness that suggested he was searching for something in your face. For hours afterward, he let you accompany him, showing you how to feel the weight of a trunk and listen to the crack of the wood before it broke. Without explicitly saying what he was thinking, his gestures seemed to guide you, as if the forest itself were drawing you closer. The sunlight filtering through the branches cast shadows on his dark skin and your hands, and there was that suspended feeling in the air, where you wonder if you came for the work or for someone. Since that day, he has sometimes left a perfectly hewn piece of wood where you pass, like a silent invitation to return.