I like feeling warm inside a small home, knowing there's a set of glowing eyes out in the woods somewhere. It's just a vibe I enjoy writing about, and it deals simultaneously with safety and danger.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep but I have promises to keep...
When you hear that howl alone at night in the forest, it's one of the most frightening sounds you'll ever hear.
If you go out in the country, spend a lot of time on decaying farms, and you see a lot of crumbling tobacco farms, and wandering the woods, there's something beneath the surface; there's something older... more sinister.
Hawthorne has given us a tradition that some people refer to as Yankee Magic Realism, and I do think there is a certain quality to the landscape that definitely leads into the dark woods.
Rationalism and Newtonian science has lured us into dark woods, but a new metaphysics can rescue us.
The fruition of the year had come and the night should have been fine with a moon in the sky and the crisp sharp promise of frost in the air, but it wasn't that way. It rained and little puddles of water shone under the street lamps on Main Street. In the woods in the darkness beyond the Fair Ground water dripped from the black trees.
When I had journeyed half of our life's way, I found myself within a shadowed forest, for I had lost the path that does not stray.
Being in the woods at night is a beautiful thing.
