By Firelight

The dark out in the woods is never the same as the dark of a city. I think we all know that, but knowing and remembering are two things alien to each other.

In my experience, recalling a forest at night is like recalling a broken leg. Even when you've gone through it, remembering the feel of it is slippery until you're back there. A snapped fibula must hurt. A glade after sunset must be dark. But how much it hurts and how dark it gets you won't fully appreciate until it happens again.

So, getting reacquainted with the void of a moonless night out in mother nature was where I found myself when the strangers approached my fire.

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