“It was too raw, nerve-wracking, and yet immensely fulfilling.”
“Perhaps a personal trope or what, but words aren’t the best judge of one’s emotions and thoughts, right? Always lacking in some form regardless of superlatives.”
“Funny how things turned out, right? Who would have thought that this year would get lost in a miasma of anxiety about things we can’t fully grasp. I can’t thoroughly wrap my head around it. Yet I think we can all relate that we’re merely blind followers of safety protocols these days.”
“It was enough for a brief worth of calmness and fun ..”
” … I think fear is merely a brat that needs to be coaxed once but never tolerated for long. To be conquered, not romanticized.”
I felt weirdly elated; coupled with the fear of not knowing what’s lurking behind every crevice and holds. An army of ants, a rare bird’s nest or worse, a snake. One loose rock too and it could be the end of my outdoor mischief.