THE LAST WORD IN
LONESOME
“The clearest way
into
the Universe is through a forest wilderness.”
John Muir
Abandoned. Solitary. Irrelevant. Isolated. God 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. Run away convicts. Terrorists.
Always at night. Under the veil of darkness. The dark breeds fear. 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 nightmare not to prove my bravery. Or
stupidity. Or loneliness. Or anti-social side. Or machoism. Or really not to prove anything. I go to walk alone.
To feel the solitude. To face the dark side. To arrive home safe. Ecstatic. Enraptured. Spellbound at
the wonder of it all. Shaken just
slightly.
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