Day 64 Ruminating And Writing

Night

The happiness of a quiet world. The hour when there was only her awake, along with the hooting night owls and no humans around. That was when she got up and took her walk in the woods. Her headlamp popped up and down as she avoided the roots and rocks on her way, casting a beam in the dense forest. In the distance, she heard branches crack. All she had to tell herself was that she was the most terrifying thing in the woods, and her mind became at ease.

The moist night air rippled aro...