The shadow of life.

I continued with my walk once the people were gone. The path was now clear and the warm sun fixed itself in the sky as I began to once again draw myself away from the world around me. It happens often, but I am always able to catch myself if I drift too far. I have feared, at times, becoming too lost in my thoughts, that is why I have to constantly remind myself to look around at the world that surrounds me.

I have thought about how nice it would be if I could spend a night there all alone; just me under the moonlight, keeping me company as I let myself drift away, wherever it was that I decided to go.

The sun was expected to set a little after 7:30 pm. I wanted to stay but it was only 5:30. I felt the need to go home and spend the rest of the night in restraint, something that I have gotten used to over time, but still kept trying to unravel.

I wondered if I would ever feel secure in my place in the universe, or if it was something in reality that kept pulling me away from my physical body. Did I see reality as it really was, or was my mind a material representation of my real existence? Where did I really feel alive? Wherever that was, was maybe where my freedom began.

The sounds of nature are an expression of life. It is that that is the underlayer of everything in the universe. It is the shadow of life, the shelter that is always still in existence, no matter where we are; if we can look past the uneven surface, the surface that coerces us to drift away.