Winter Path

Sometimes when you're walking alone on a path in the woods, you get that feeling. That feeling that you're not really alone. That somebody else is there, lurking nearby, unseen. Waiting. Waiting for something, or somebody. Not necessarily you. You just happen to be on that path in those woods on that day at that moment.

It's just a feeling. It'll pass soon enough. It always has in the past. And it always will.

Unless...