Suguru's reasons for these visits were rather, unknown, even to him. Having an apartment to call his own, with monthly wages and work easily obtained, one might think that he would have no reason to go back to the place where he had spent so many freezing nights, huddled with a dirty blanket between the ferns. Yet, he felt a connection, a clam, that he could only experience whilst resting his back against bark, his feet resting in long grass and a chill wind combing his hair.
Suguru looked around him, making sure that nobody was nearby. Dropping down on all fours, he checked the knots that secured a brown sack to his chest, before, with one deft motion, he crawled in, the jagged stoney circumference biting in his sides.