It’s twilight when you set out for a walk. The early November evening is arriving fast, the grey sky oozing into botches of blueish black.
You set out for the park and when you arrive the path is just visible, so you start your walk.
As the crisp leaves crunch under your shoes, you notice the shadows of trees bending away. Night time is rapidly approaching and the path, once clear to see, is starting to fade.
You squint your eyes, tighten your step and keep trudging along. The path is nearly deserted now, save for a few night runners. Their presence comforts you for a mere second before they whiz by.
Your thoughts turn into questions, as they often do. Why did I take this path? How did I end up here? Doubt rains upon you from the dark clouds above.
The blackness is all encompassing when you reach the park exit, only there’s a problem: the gate is locked. You scold yourself, of course it’s locked, no one in their right mind walks at this time of night.
Suddenly a man appears on the path ahead. He’s locked in too. A bit of teamwork ensues and you both make it over the fence.
Its nice to know you’re not the only one walking in the dark.