As of late I’ve taken to an evening stroll at dusk, originally just to do something different at work for my last break rather than sitting in the locker room. I found the cool air and night sounds are really relaxing.
Since I’m off this week I saw no reason to stop this new tradition so I struck out into the night without a light and found another reason why I should do this.
Fear.
I don’t fear the dark itself but what I can’t see in the shadows. Walking right outside my home is one thing, that’s sanctuary. However out of sight of home that comforting feeling vanishes, though still at peace I walked on towards the swamp a half-mile down the road listening to fireworks (early), crickets, and staring at Venus on the horizon surrounded by glistening stars. Lightning bugs flashing on and off around me .
Peace…
Close to home I noticed something reflecting in the woods like a pair of eyes and a metal face. Weird I know, but when I was a kid I’d scare myself silly reading books on UFOs and I’d be lying if it didn’t cross my mind.
Instead of screaming for the house I stared…and stared…and stared. No movement.
So I threw my water bottle at it.
Still nothing. So I go into the woods to investigate the visitor…an aluminum pan. Mystery solved.
A Ronin's Journey 