You Say It Best...When You say nothing at all

Pooky, writes a poem every day.

I'm doing well to write words everyday.

I took this photo tonight, as I was leaving work and thought to myself.

I love the thought of dark woods, I love the thought of walking through the woods in the dark and being scared, but then I don't do it, because I am scared, scared of shadows, scared of the dark, scared of what I can't see, scared of what my mind thinks is in there.

Then I read Pooky's poem tonight, and I realised that is what has become of me.

I caught the "I Can't Disease".

So on Friday, when Si is in the woods with the Scouts, and they are playing murder games. I'm going to go. I'm going to go and stand in the dark, dark inside of the woods, and jump out on little Scouts; because I CAN!!

Thank you Pooky!