A path in the woods

 

The pathway into December 1st 2006 ran deep and heavy with feelings of loneliness and despair in my fight with the invisible. Was a difficult chapter in life where sleep was my only means of escape. I wondered what good could come of this. I wouldn't wish this kind of torture on my worst enemy. But on this pretickuler day I noticed that the snow was still on the trees even after my shift. So I went for a walk in a winter's garden. Where the silence of the snow spoke like echos of the nights sky. 

Dan McCarty