Hideaway Strath it was always darkest just before the dawn

ugh this post depresses me. I will do one better

The black wraith ghosted though the trees, it was always darkest just before the dawn this was her time. She had no where to go and nowhere to be she, was aimless but she kept moving. Soon she found herself on a hill with the sunrise beginning it’s assent into the sky she sighed and stood. She stared into the sky at nothing in particular her body relaxed her mind blank, perhaps this was her attempt at mediation.