This is what Charlotte writes.

01.18.08

Hello there, creature.
You stand next to me,
gazing out over the land,
goosebumps raising on your arms
as the night grows cold and dark
cloaking the hills in black.
Pseudo nothingness.
Out here, alone in the night,
the quiet is comforting.
Inside, warm rooms are teeming
with people, food, music.
All the company in the world,
but still, we’re here watching the dark.
Rain starts to fall,
softly, quietly, freezingly.
Come now, creature.
Let us rejoin the living.