Scaring yourself can be fun
Tonight I went for a walk. And not just any walk. I decided to wait until it was completely dark, and to go out for a long walk on the hilly and foresty country roads by our house, without a flashlight. Why, you ask? I. Don’t. Know.
Anyway, I was walking along and then I passed into this area that is completely covered by trees, so basically I can’t see anything. I’m walking along, trying to see where I’m going, enjoying the beauty of the evening, and the forest surrounding me, and I had some music on really quietly….Suddenly, I heard this loud cracking crashing sound. I mean, loud. So, as you can imagine, I froze, turned off the music, and waited to be attacked or something.
Then I realized that for some bizarre reason, a tree in the forest next to me had decided to crack and fall as I was walking past, and I could hear it tumble through the other trees. So, I honestly was a little scared, because I couldn’t see anything, I was by myself, and for some reason, a tree had just crashed next to me in a forest I couldn’t see.
It was great.
There was also a beautiful fog sitting in a low field near our house, and that put a whole different type of “fear” in me, if you know what I mean.
Well, I just put up some more pictures, and I hope it worked out okay, they are pictures from Sprachcamp, and from my short time in Dortmund. Check them out (click the photos tab at the top of the page).
I love this story! I don’t know if I would be walking around out there. A Raccoon might grab ya! Ha!