It is bad practice to fantasize about one’s own death.

But I have found myself in a precarious situation.

A situation where in which… it may be rational to fantasize on the subject.

~

The lapping of the lake is so peaceful in the day, but in the cold dark it is threatening, an ever encroaching beast that can lunge upon you in an instant and sweep you away to colder, darker worlds. Ones thrust between mountains where no soul would see… or perhaps would see and simply not care.

The boats lose all color without the light, and they loiter and shift like gang members, wrapped in cloth and moored to their territory.

And what is usually such ubiquitous and mundane site as this before me, these stairs, are now a great horror to me. What lurks within, what lurks beyond? What will greet me upon the other side? What will interrupt this safe passage?

A woman alone in the night, far from home, unable to properly pronounce this nation’s greeting, will allow her heart to race a bit, but she has no other choice, no other option, and most importantly no greater desire but to make her descent.

Do you think her foolish?

~

Worry not, I made it safely upon the other side. There is no inherent evil in the dark, as evil exists plain as day beneath the sun.

~

Image taken by me in Interlaken, Switzerland. A dramatized recreation of my anxious thoughts while exploring a notoriously safe country.

~Sammicakes