Dog Days
The blistering heat scorched my skin as I opened the door at work and began my trek north. The ride would take about 45 minutes, and my evening's plans had already been worked out in my mind. Weaving in and out of traffic, my mind drifted from thought to thought, sometimes going deep into dark rabbit holes while oftentimes getting jarred back into reality. My mind has been overly occupied lately, and I find no comfort in trying to ease the dark reality where it has brought me. After changing into shorts and a t-shirt, I headed up the hill with bow in hand and figured I would launch a few arrows and try to find solitude in the flight of them. My mind would be focused solely on the task at hand, and I've used the method my entire adult life for therapy. I go to the stick and string and allow them to bring me into another world, one in which I'm the only thing that exists. My mind goes numb, and nothing exists except for the sound of silence. I embrace it, ...