But today...for the first time in ten or so years...I felt a fear when I stepped outside into the dark. I recognized it instantly. It was fear. Fear of the dark. I was actually afraid of something so silly, so irrational. There's nothing scary in there. I know that. Yet every step of the way, even as I had the door closed, I was on the verge of panic because of the dark.
I found it honestly a bit disconcerting. My lack of ridiculous fears like that has been a bit of a point of pride on my part. Yet for some reason, randomly, today it was altogether gone. I feel like I have more to say on the subject, but it'll have to wait until a future time.