Recently, an important decision was made during the darkest hours of the night 🌙
Long after the children were cleaned & tucked in to their warm snuggly beds, 🛌
Long after the adulterous hushed tones had turned to gentle slumbering snores, 😴
I arose from my freshly changed sheets, donned a warm comfy top, slid into my fuzzy socks, 🧦 and disappeared into the Dark, Wet Chill of an otherwise ordinary Autumn Night 🌚 🍂
With no fear of the humble night air, with no worrying about my thinly draped attire, and most incredibly of all, without fear of making a sound to alert the night creatures, I set out on a journey to find my once long golden hair, knowing this time I had to get to it before it disappeared for the last time. ✨ 💇♂️ ✨
Gone for just over a week, 📆 with no provisions, or timetable to cling to, I often wonder now if the journey actually happened.
The reality is a hazy mix of truth, and a dash of Goblin Light Trickery, made of my own, to beguile my soulfully seeking self into acceptance. 🧟♂️
It was, afterall, the month of All Hallows’ Eve 🎃 🤠 👻 🦸♀️