Half-way...

Half-way ... where ?, why doesn't she keep on walking? why does she stop?, a sense of insecurity, of fear ?, or is she waiting for someone else? it's cold, very cold and the steam comes out easily from the mouth when breathing. Not only cold shrinks her but also the solitude of the woods too. She brings a light, illuminating her path, keeping her safe after dark. However, in real life she does not need it. Over the years, she has learned to guide herself, to feel instinctively unconditional love or loneliness ... if I turn off the lights in the dark and I start walking, I rarely hit myself with furniture. I've learned to not need any light as a guide. I close my eyes and I can see through my heart!. Comments are welcome. Thank you!.