Ever since I got here, I’ve been depending on other people’s kindness to make sure I get home OK at night. I’d either walk back from dinner at 9:45, just before it got too dark (yes, it doesn’t get dark here till after 10 PM), or I’d borrow Christine’s flashlight. Last night, we all walked home before dark, but I made the mistake of going into the pumphouse “to check my email real quick.” Two hours later, I walked out into pitch blackness. I left the pumphouse lights on, but it still got completely dark by the time I stepped a few feet away from it. So I walked to the bath house and borrowed a candle. Except the candle died a few feet down the road. So I had to rely completely on my internal compass to get back to my cottage. It was scary, the feeling that even though my eyes were open, they felt shut, but once I stopped imagining snakes and owls and coyotes, I was fine, and I got home. It felt good to trust myself.