Post #64: Inner Demons
As the sun sets in the first hour of evening, it bathes the clearing in an orange glow. Somewhere in the distance, the birds are humming and the chipmunks are chattering away. The trees stand at the edges like mighty guardians, their flowers glimmering in peak bloom. It is the perfect place to have a picnic, or to have a tranquil nap. And there you are, standing right in the midst of it. Right there, to take in the sweet scents and the warmth on your back. But you feel cold.
