Going bump in the night

Once upon a time, not so terribly long ago, I was afraid...

of a lot of things.

Every now and then I can strike something from my list and have one less fear.

This is a good thing.

As I walked through the woods last night, yes, last night, it seemed funny that this peaceful place once frightened me. All the little sounds from creatures great and small that I might admire in the daylight, become so menacing when you can't see them.

Every little snap of a twig.