The darkness was everywhere…most specifically between the clefted knuckles of my right and left hands. Strangely, there was a loitering cloud of light that occasionally found its way into the edge of the right eye. It was as casual as the look from a stranger, after you had mistakenly turned and realized that you were still waiting on your friend. The trees blew hard, in a close distance, perhaps to offer a clue as to why the journey had commenced, more than likely to hide their own culpability, as all tracks remained inaccessible and remote. Maybe they just wanted you to turn, this time… all you found was the beaten path. Thankfully, opinions never managed to stay rooted to just one place. Soon, the worries became as light as the breeze that gently carried them away. The screen door quickly opened and then just as quickly…snapped shut. It was not hot, but it was not cool either. The drops of liquid were hitting the highest plains of my feet. The ice was gone and now my glass was completely full. The taste would be dull, but all good signs remained intact. If being left unattended meant one could increase its presence…then no errors had been made. Never again would I care if the stranger hugged me back.