Dark Wood
We realize that we are lost in the dark woods. Then we encounter familiar voices and faces, ones we’ve met before on the outside. They are helpful, solicitous, and they claim to know the way back out. They urge us to halt, to go no further. It’s not worth it, they tell us, they’ve seen all there is to see. Leave while you can, they warn. They point to your jacket ripped by a recoiling branch and your exposed wound. But we’ve come this far, and what we left, we left for a reason, even if we can’t recall it.
Photo Credit: Frédéric Lakermance
Good capture of today’s citizens searching for a new way.