Posted July 16, 2018 I’m sitting in the dark under a tree. The nettles and the grass are wet. I’m lost. I have no idea. I’ll sleep here tonight. None will be the wiser. This feels so liberating. I wept for the absurd arguments overheard. I cried. I sat. I did what few here could. I can’t wait to hear the meadow larks in the morning. Goodnight 0 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites