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i went out for a walk tonight.
i could not sleep, because, though tired, i did not particularly want to.
the rain had stopped, except for a few small drops here and there, but the night was dark and wet and cool and heavy, and that was enough for me.
there is a small wood a few blocks from my house, and though when i came outside, i had only meant to walk for a while, i found myself walking towards the wood.
the wood is small, but it has a creek, and the creek gurgles and sighs, and the trees sway, and the earth smells of life.
i walked for a while, until i was near one of the creek's small waterfalls, and put my coat on the ground and lay down.
the rain had stopped, except for a few small drops that fell from the wet tress here and there, to land sometimes on my face, and my eyes would flutter and i would realize, that i had been falling asleep in the wood.
something about the wood calmed me. the feel of it was new, and content, as if the wood had had a nightmare of thunder rolling across it and lighting striking at it, and of tossing in the wind and rain, only to wake and find that it was all right, and that all was right with the world, to lie awake content in all and not sleep for a long time.
this is how the wood felt, and my thoughts wandered freely for the first time in a while.
i lay there for a while, and then got up and folded my coat and jumped the creek and went to see what was inside the wood.
i had never explored that wood - i don't know why. but tonight, in the wet darkness, i went to find whatever the wood had to give me. i wandered in a ways, perhaps a quarter of a mile, and found that the wood had dark places and dry places and places where to hide.
i came back out when i felt ready, and i came back home, and i am calmer now.
sorry for random short story form.
i feel better.
i could not sleep, because, though tired, i did not particularly want to.
the rain had stopped, except for a few small drops here and there, but the night was dark and wet and cool and heavy, and that was enough for me.
there is a small wood a few blocks from my house, and though when i came outside, i had only meant to walk for a while, i found myself walking towards the wood.
the wood is small, but it has a creek, and the creek gurgles and sighs, and the trees sway, and the earth smells of life.
i walked for a while, until i was near one of the creek's small waterfalls, and put my coat on the ground and lay down.
the rain had stopped, except for a few small drops that fell from the wet tress here and there, to land sometimes on my face, and my eyes would flutter and i would realize, that i had been falling asleep in the wood.
something about the wood calmed me. the feel of it was new, and content, as if the wood had had a nightmare of thunder rolling across it and lighting striking at it, and of tossing in the wind and rain, only to wake and find that it was all right, and that all was right with the world, to lie awake content in all and not sleep for a long time.
this is how the wood felt, and my thoughts wandered freely for the first time in a while.
i lay there for a while, and then got up and folded my coat and jumped the creek and went to see what was inside the wood.
i had never explored that wood - i don't know why. but tonight, in the wet darkness, i went to find whatever the wood had to give me. i wandered in a ways, perhaps a quarter of a mile, and found that the wood had dark places and dry places and places where to hide.
i came back out when i felt ready, and i came back home, and i am calmer now.
sorry for random short story form.
i feel better.