I looked around for the light. But everything was blackness, so that I began to doubt I had even seen it.
“Damn!”
But I still had a sense of the direction I thought I had seen the light, so I headed off, holding my hands outstretched in front of me.
Shortly I came to an end in the trees and, as I stood there, lightning flashed, and I saw, some twenty feet away in a small clearing, a cabin or cottage. A moment later the darkness returned, but I had definitely seen a door.
The fact that there was now no light in any window discouraged me slightly, but I told myself that they might just have gone to bed, and in any case, perhaps the door was unlocked and I could find sanctuary for the moment from the storm—for I was beginning to feel cold. It was still spring, and not very warm.
I walked forward, felt the wall, and moved along it until I came to the door. For a little while I leaned my forehead against the wood of this in weakness and relief. Then I knocked.