Eventually I stopped and slumped down onto the ground. With my knees drawn up to my chest, I cried. Cried like I never did before. My life could very well be over. The soft hooting of owls and chirping of other birds brought a lull in my raging emotions coiling through me. I must have ran to the owlery, a place I would not have thought to go to first. I’m not sure how long I was up there listening to the sounds of the birds and my sniffling.