How was the smell?

I turned the note again. The other side was empty.
"How was the smell?" Who wrote this? To whom? The writing was almost childish. The paper note was small and white. It seemed to be quite fresh. Not much marked by any long time in the forest.
I looked around me. There was no one else here, as far as I could see. Aside from me. And the little one, sleeping.
Well, the smells... what kind of smell was it here? It was the smell of a forest, of course. But how does actually the forest smell like? I guess that everything that grows here makes a smell. But I could not give it any closer definition.
But this paper note. It was so odd to find it here. With this question.
I gazed toward some bushes. There! More paper notes! Wasn't it? I felt the forest had become a bit darker.  Things were a little harder to see. But there was something there. I ran over. Yes! Several paper notes. And everyone had a writing on them. I lifted one of them...
It said; "Find more notes".
I grabbed some more. "How was the sounds?" What?? "Will there be more notes?" Well, how the hell would I know! "What colour is it. Blue?" White! "Cool nota, possible tu see more notas in da forest?" Damn! What is this?? Swedish? Some bloody, young swede fooling around in the forest?
I tossed the notes away. Is there someone mocking me? I stared around me. Tried to see if someone was hidden somewhere. Then I heard a sound from the little one.

The paper note

Maybe I should take him far inside? Into the innermost? I had not yet been there. Perhaps this was the right time?
The trail turned around bushes and trees. The breath of the guy behind me became heavier. His body started to move out of rhythm.
Hm. He was sleeping.
I went on. Towering old pine trees gave us shadow against the strong sun. The air became a bit cooler.
I stopped and listened ...
A branch creaked a little bit. Otherwise it was completely silence. It was as if the air was trying to say something without being able to.
I loosened the child carrier and took it gently off my shoulders. The head of the little lad was hanging on the side. Maybe this was dangerous for his tiny neck? I put him down on the feather moss. He slept heavily. His head was lying slightly on the side and and his legs was spread over the child carrier.
I had forgotten to bring with me the most. Nothing to eat. No extra cloth. The bottle with water was nearly empty.
A woodpecker was picking on a spot at the distance. The forest gave the sound some extra timbre.
A little further away there, through the trees. It was something there. Something white. I got up and went over.
A paper note.
I turned it over. On the backside there was a writing. Something with a blue ballpoint pen and nice squiggly letters.
The note said: "How was the smell?"

Walking hike

-Can you please take him out for a walk?
She had a lot to do. Quite a lot of struggle. It was okay. I had less to do. For a while.
I dressed him. He was struggling like a worm. I put him into a child carrier and lifted him onto my back.
Then we opened the door into the forest. I wanted so much to show him some of what I had sensed in there. His head went from side to side behind me, while he was studying the new environment. The air was a bit heavy. The sun was baking. The forest was morning quiet. My legs was climbing up along the trail. His body was rocking in the rhythm of my movements.