I'm preparing to walk into the woods.
It is strange for it seems to be a double reality going. At some times, the night seems strange because it is so unknowable - who knows what's really out there? At other times, the night is all I need to be alone, when all my bretheren are creating false daylight in their boxes.
I look forward to my trip out to the woods more than ever. Where will I go? What will be like the first of September?
I think my family will be near. And we'll eat a leisurely lunch and part ways. I will go east and camp for a bit on the hill that overlooks the town. Then, south to my friend, Ryan, and he will show me the secret places near the river. Then north, for I must be alone to meditate in peace because I don't think I've yet had meditative peace.
And if I survive all that, then who knows? Maybe then far south, beyond the sea even. But, that is far away. Let me survive the fall first.
I look forward to my trip out to the woods more than ever. Where will I go? What will be like the first of September?
I think my family will be near. And we'll eat a leisurely lunch and part ways. I will go east and camp for a bit on the hill that overlooks the town. Then, south to my friend, Ryan, and he will show me the secret places near the river. Then north, for I must be alone to meditate in peace because I don't think I've yet had meditative peace.
And if I survive all that, then who knows? Maybe then far south, beyond the sea even. But, that is far away. Let me survive the fall first.
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