Somewhere between darkness and insanity, a girl can loose her way. The trees fall over her path and she is wound about. She finds another opening, a light in the distance. But the light is not the sun - her natural guiding brightness. It is a person with a flashlight, telling her to come this way. The fake light looks the same at first - it shines a new path and creates a false sense of warmth. The sun is nowhere to be found, so she follows the path of this fake light and becomes subdued by it. She becomes numb.
The path is comforting and safe. She picks berries and drinks from the stream, yet she tastes nothing. Eventually she finds that everything she’s been surrounded by, all of the fruits and wonders, are leading her in a circle. She passes by the same berry tree on which she carved a note to whomever may be searching for her. She remembers doing this, but by now it has been so long it almost seems like it wasn’t her - it was someone else.
Then, out of the foggy surroundings she sees an emergence. A collision of possibility. She drops her handful of berries, as seemingly necessary as they are, and leaves the warmth of the fake light. She crawls at first, into an orb of darkness not knowing what is on the other side. She is hopeful and calm. Conceding to the mystery - embracing it. She hears voices from the false path telling her it’s not safe, not okay. But she continues crawling and telling herself it will be.
Suddenly a snowflake falls onto her hand and she watches it melt into her skin. For the first time in a long time she has the feeling of independence. Of finding her own way. On her way through the darkness she experiences the things which she once loved. Nature embraces her. The sun begins breaking through creating a dim glow - long shadows stretch through the trees, moving with her as she stands up to walk. The sun grows brighter and lights her way. She speeds to a canter, encountering stretches of easy road as well as difficult terrain through which she dances gracefully and intuitively. Her journey is more exhilarating than ever. She follows the sun but remembers to stop and watch the perfect snowflakes fall along the way.
J. D. Sampson