memoir

“The trees start growing taller, and once I realise I’m no longer skirting the lake, I stop running, totally blind. There’s rainwater dripping from my eyebrows as I stand still, hearing only the trees creaking, the patter of rainfall and my own excited breaths. I smell earth, dead leaves and rot. Out here all by myself, time seems to have stopped, the forest itself a creature in slumber. I know that I could simply retrace my steps, but something holds me in stillness. I’m lost, in the dark, in a deeply unknown place, but for some reason, I am not afraid.”