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The day lights are turning down a dark citrus sky 4: 38 pm, just as predicted The clouds are orange with snow Rain jacket polyester pants beanie Where are my gloves? I'm going for a walk. Uphill towards the woods it seems my feet are one step ahead of me my legs know where to go I know there are no lights to guide me. I know Jesse said there was a bear yesterday, just down the street. I know I have no protection. But I'm at the edge of the woods now and I feel them beckon Is it the trees? Is it me? I have to walk this path. I can feel each step slower more hesitant than the last My stride, stalling I'm getting closer my eyes scan the darkness frantically producing shapes of beasts that aren't there I have to walk this path. I flip my hood onto my back I need to hear. I stuff my beanie into my pocket I flex my ears to listen. Every sense is at attention. Is that my heart beat? Far enough, I decide. I stop to see slow-falling snow. A forest of dusky pines wavering in the wind. A swirl berry sky. My fear has turned to wonder. My eyes are that of a camera each blink- the shudder of a snapshot. I stop and look back three times, on my way out swearing to never forget how exhilarating it is to be alive. I have to walk this path.
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Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 1:00 PM UTC
samyarb
Night Woods
The day lights are turning down a dark citrus sky 4: 38 pm, just as predicted The clouds are orange with snow Rain jacket polyester pants beanie Where are my gloves? I'm going for a walk. Uphill towards the woods it seems my feet are one step ahead of me my legs know where to go I know there are no lights to guide me. I know Jesse said there was a bear yesterday, just down the street. I know I have no protection. But I'm at the edge of the woods now and I feel them beckon Is it the trees? Is it me? I have to walk this path. I can feel each step slower more hesitant than the last My stride, stalling I'm getting closer my eyes scan the darkness frantically producing shapes of beasts that aren't there I have to walk this path. I flip my hood onto my back I need to hear. I stuff my beanie into my pocket I flex my ears to listen. Every sense is at attention. Is that my heart beat? Far enough, I decide. I stop to see slow-falling snow. A forest of dusky pines wavering in the wind. A swirl berry sky. My fear has turned to wonder. My eyes are that of a camera each blink- the shudder of a snapshot. I stop and look back three times, on my way out swearing to never forget how exhilarating it is to be alive. I have to walk this path.
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