Fallen trees, branches creaking, soughing wind, groaning trees, and squawking birds. Looking off the mountaintop crows fly in a circle around the trail. There isn’t an ounce of sunshine; there aren’t even any cotton balls in the sky. The light was fading, creating new shadows and dark patches around me. Eyes glimmered from tree hollows. There lies the lake, flowing and clear. The face that looks back into the reflection isn’t something I’m used to. The trees all of a sudden look like death contraptions engulfed with demon ridden insects and poisonous leaves. Walking through the mountain I feel shadows watching and eyes lurking at every corner. The feeling of loneliness was very apparent. Every step the dirt greeted with sloppiness. The day hadn’t met sunrise or a sunset; somehow this gloomy day seemed to foreshadow what the rest of my life may be like.