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While growing up, nighttime used to be my favorite time.
I remember playing tag-in-the-dark with friends during the Wednesday’s youth group. Or, sledding down the hills behind our house- never mind the fence of stones waiting near the bottom. I remember camping in the pop-up out in our backyard-the full moon made it clear as the day.
There were nights when I used to sneak out of the house and wandered down the road, to the mighty rapids, and sat on the rocks, under the rays of the moon. The sound of the water roaring against the bedrock always reminded me that nature can be a great healer.
My imagination would come alive as soon as the sun set, and the stars revealed themselves through their shimmering glory.
But, at some point in my latter teenage years, a veil came over and hid all the beauty of the night. Without any warning, darkness crept in and I’d soon learned its name which forever changed my life.
It’s been a few decades now, and I still enjoy the night, but it’s no longer the same; not since the darkness invaded, and had grown considerably since.
I may be losing my sight, but I will always have the memories of my time spent in the night. All I need to do is close my eyes, and I’m back in the outdoors gazing up at those countless beautiful stars.