The fall continues across the summer solstice. I tumble aimlessly, hitting rocks and dirt on my way down but unable to grasp at roots or ledges as I go. It's the longest day of the year and all I can think is how tomorrow is darker, and the day after darker still. The air has gotten so warm, suddenly, I sleep naked and gasp for air, perhaps it's just a trick of the lights.
You know the sorrow will pass. You know you will wake up one morning and it'll seem all but a bad dream, look over your shoulder and see receding mist behind you nothing is as scary in the daytime.
It is only life. What harm can it do for it to shake a little.
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