Monday, October 17, 2011

Running through a forest

The forest at night is far from quiet, but still very peaceful. How easy would it be to be like a tree there, in the dark. Just another hazy silhouette blending in with the rest. Don't mind me, I'm just a tree.

At one point, as I ran back up the trail, I pretended there was something behind me. A Dire-wolf. It was chasing me but it made no sound. No breath, no padding of paws on the ground. I'd see it when I look behind me, then I'd know it was still there, but otherwise, it was a quiet chase. Like a fatal game of green light red light, except it probably didn't stop at the red lights.