I decided to offer to Eshu and Hecate today. I baked a loaf for her: an egg, cinnmon sugar, butter, and flour. It wasn't that tasty, but it smelled good. I walked to the store with my headphones on--departing just as Stoned Nirvana by Dopesmoker was ending--with the cake in a plastic container. I had a playlist, Swift Rock songs , complete with artists from Jimmy Hendrix to Frank Ocean to Gojira. First, though, I had to walk through the shadows. I'd walked the roads before at night yet never the dirt roads. This was different. The air was alive somehow. More...aware. I moved steadily, not wanting to show fear, I guess I hadn't actually thought I'd be walking at night. I sorta felt the urge, baked the cake, charged my phone and headphones, grabbed my coat and I was out. I had on a bright sleeveless tank top and my obsidian draon necklace for protection. I uttered Psalm 23 as I moved through the familiar yet eerie environment. The dark still scared me though....