So I went walking in the woods,
And I wanted to find somewhere that I couldn’t see or hear anything other than nature.
Because that’s how life should be.
And I wanted to get lost in my emotions and thoughts.
So I walked and walked until I found the perfect rock to sit on so I could think.
And I certainly did find the perfect rock, on a ledge, perfect for sitting.
And since it’s daylight savings time now, as everyone knows, it’s getting darker earlier.
So I thought I knew my way back pretty well and didn’t bother getting up and heading back until I couldn’t see the paper I was writing on.
And I got up and said sheesh, I really have no sense of direction, I don’t even remember where I came from.
So I ended up being lost a mile or two away from where I came from, for an hour or two. .or maybe three. I’m not sure.
I’m one who loves adventure and thrill and whatnot, but I was scared.
I was scared of bears, of the under the bed monster, of fire breathing dragons, of girl eating gorillas, of giant kangarros, and maybe even skunks! :O
I was afraid. And I just wanted someone to be there to hold my hand and help me fight the darkness.
I realized that adventures are nothing without another person to guide you through and help you if you’re in trouble or hurt, someone to watch out for you.
I imagined being lost in the woods of Alaska, where it’s far more dangerous and i’m sure it does indeed get scarier at night if you’re lost alone.
And I thought of all the people who probably have gotten lost late in the night in the woods of Alaska, cold and scared.
And I just wanted to be with my baby. So bad.
SO so bad.
