I won’t follow you into the dark abyss of tomorrow
Neither will I guide you through a spooky wood
I ain’t jumping off a cliff with you
Or let us cross the street without a glance
And most certainly will I refuse to brave a storm
Without a pair of jackets
But I will fall in love with you,
Which is the scariest thing one could possibly do.
Original image taken with a Nikon 5300 of a winter tree on a Southern California hike.