Monday, March 20, 2017

THE LAST WORD IN LONESOME

"The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness."
John Muir

ABANDONED. SOLITARY. IRRELEVANT. ISOLATED. FORSAKEN. A SHADOW. OBSCURE AN APPARITION.
A HALLUCINATION. NOTHING WORSE THAN FEELING ALONE. WELL, ALMOST NOTHING. RIGHT AT DUSK, WALKING DOWN A PATH IN THE WOODS, THINGS COME TO YOUR MIND. COYOTES. WILD DOGS. ZOMBIES. CRAZED HUNTERS. CHAIN SAW MASSACRES. RUNAWAY CONVICTS. TERRORISTS. ALWAYS AT NIGHT. UNDER THE VEIL OF DARKNESS. THE DARK BREEDS FER. SHADOWS LOOK FIERCE. VICIOUS. SAVAGE. LIKE THEY ARE READY TO ENGULF YOU. CHEW YOU UP. SPIT YOU OUT.
STILL, I WALK AT NIGHT. BETTER TO FACE THESE DEMONS THAN TO LET THEM SIMMER IN THE SOUL. SOMETIMES I SCARE MYSELF STUPID. OTHER TIMES I CAN REMAIN CALM. COMPLACENT. AT EASE. CONTENT. SATISFIED WITH LIFE. WITH THE CEDARS. THE OWLS. THE STARS. THE NIGHTINGALE, WITH ITS EERIE CRY. I VENTURE INTO THIS HALLOWEEN NOT TO PROVE MY BRAVERY. OR STUPIDITY. OR ALONENESS. OR ANTI-SOCIAL SIDE. OR MACHISMO. OR REALLY NOT TO PROVE ANYTHING. I GO TO WALK ALONE. TO FEEL THE SOLITUDE. TO FACE THE DARK SIDE. TO ARRIVE HOME SAFELY. ECSTATIC. ENRAPTURED. SPELLBOUND AT THE WONDER OF IT ALL. SHAKEN ONLY SLIGHTLY.

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