Sitting around the warm orange fire, listening to the crackling wood and the loud laughter coming from my family. The smell from the barbecue is making my stomach rumble, with my little sister nagging"When will it be ready?" The night was going so well until it took a dark turn when I went strolling through the dark woods all alone...
Spider webs hanging from tree to tree, droplets of water making them glisten in the moonlight. Glaring at me with anger and fury in their miniature beady eyes; their fur spiking up as if to say that their territory was being trespassed by me. As I turned to run all I could feel, see and sense were eyes upon me: it wasn't from the creatures of the forest but from the bare, black night sky.
Further and further I walked. I don't know what happened after looking out to the face of the moon but I felt wanted, needed, attached towards the centre of the woods.
