I have been luxuriating in the silence of a day alone and finally forced myself to the page.
Sept. 26--Night is falling. You are not at home.--It funny how it happens, you're walking in the woods in the late fall afternoon and you don't really notice that it is gradually getting darker until suddenly it's dark, really dark. You feel like you're about to step into the void. Vertigo rocks you and you're not sure which way is which. Your hands shoot out to grasp a nearby tree and the foot that moments before was confidently headed for the path pauses in hesitation as if the earth ahead of it had disappeared. You stand still listening, your eyes strain to find a tiny glimmer of light to guide you home.
--Barbara
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