Still nothing
I think they're really gone this time.
No sightings for over two months. No sign anywhere that otters have even passed through the area.
I feel impossibly desolate.
All my adult life, I've followed the otters' path. I followed it resolutely and fearlessly, despite my absolute certainty that at the end of that path was my death.
Now I find that my path has ended, and yet I still live. But for what purpose? There's no path to follow anymore. My life no longer has a center; my spirit no longer has a home. I'm lost and alone in an unknown wilderness, and I have no idea which direction to turn...
No sightings for over two months. No sign anywhere that otters have even passed through the area.
I feel impossibly desolate.
All my adult life, I've followed the otters' path. I followed it resolutely and fearlessly, despite my absolute certainty that at the end of that path was my death.
Now I find that my path has ended, and yet I still live. But for what purpose? There's no path to follow anymore. My life no longer has a center; my spirit no longer has a home. I'm lost and alone in an unknown wilderness, and I have no idea which direction to turn...