She stared at the house in the distance. Well, she squinted. It was that time of the day and that time of the year. It was an odd house and these were dark times. She had warned him not to turn inward. No good can come from such a move
Yet, as she plodded and squinted towards the house, she felt the pull from the other side. Whether it was lightness or darkness, she was not too sure. It really didn’t matter. A pull was a pull. And, she had to heed the signs.
She sat herself down on the grass crossed-legged. She looked up and then within herself. Maybe inwards was the way to go. To the side a strong worker ant toiled away making haste of the queen’s tasks.