when i was a girl my father would bring us up to our grandparents house in the country. i loved their tiny cottage nestled into the lake. i was quite the rebellious child and would sneak out the back door of the laundry room in the early hours of the night. i had no fear of malice nor darkness. i would walk down to the river and take in the moonlight. i would hop over the barrier of the bridge and scale down the rocks into the shallow water. i would never stay for long, out of fear of being caught i’d head back to the cottage after only a few minutes. i will never forget those moonlit walks to the bridge and closing the back door slowly as to not omit a sound. back up the stairs and under the quilt i shook with the excitement of night air and disobedience. ♥️