batgirl.
August 1995
Punta Domenical, Costa Rica.
It was during the rainy season and our bungalow was the only one inhabited. It was a short walk to the main house, an open air room where my friends were waiting for me for dinner. Dark out except for the faint lights ahead, a single light on the footpath, and the moon on the sea mere feet away. As I walked everything faded to black around me except for an odd noise like stirring leaves. I slowed to hold my hands out, continuing to move. I could just barely make out what was there realizing that I was surrounded by hundreds of bats.
Like a womb, the bats continued to fly around me as I stepped forward, but never once did they touch me. As I arrived at the main house they all swept away into the sky.
It felt wonderful and safe like floating in a hot tub.
Punta Domenical, Costa Rica.
It was during the rainy season and our bungalow was the only one inhabited. It was a short walk to the main house, an open air room where my friends were waiting for me for dinner. Dark out except for the faint lights ahead, a single light on the footpath, and the moon on the sea mere feet away. As I walked everything faded to black around me except for an odd noise like stirring leaves. I slowed to hold my hands out, continuing to move. I could just barely make out what was there realizing that I was surrounded by hundreds of bats.
Like a womb, the bats continued to fly around me as I stepped forward, but never once did they touch me. As I arrived at the main house they all swept away into the sky.
It felt wonderful and safe like floating in a hot tub.
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