In the woods one Christmas Eve

INFPs get antsy, anxious after long social engagements, when they feel the inexplicable need to perform, to shine like ENTJs, which they simply aren't. They need time to recharge, to breathe, to melt back to being a natural INFP.

The quality here is absolutely awful, I know, and I feel a little guilty there. I took this with my phone on my biting cold, bitterly windy mile tonight, trying to find I, F, and P again.