Vampiric Wisdom
It was a brisk autumn evening. The kind of day you would expect in October – that month between autumn and winter. The day had sent sunshine to all and yet when the sun disappeared, a cool breeze descended upon the town, and temperatures plummeted. The freeze had not occurred, yet townsfolk said the clouds told them, it would come – the changes…and they hunkered down.
A little girl had noticed the changes in the seasons and embraced the day, savoring the air, the wind, and glanced upward at the full moon. Harvest Moon she was told. And as she looked at the moon, she saw the shadows that it cast upon the landscape. She wondered about the changes – would they be good or bad. And she wondered, how would she know if they were good or bad.
Off to a distance, she saw a silhouette …a figure that seemed to neither know the day or the evening. Entrenched in the moment he was – neither being here or there…
Then, she heard his thoughts which are still etched in her memory: “You look among the shadows which are ever-changing, but you lack one thing – embrace your fears – your heart can only be protected when you move beyond that which holds you back.”
As he embraced the night, she gave thanks to his wisdom.
