The windshield wipers squawk and bounce. Heavy drops splatter from idyllic leaves above. The tires squeal and delight on slick pavement.
The ancients buried one’s heart in the land of their love. Bestowing on the living, grueling quests to complete humble lives, succumbed in extinction.
What of Socrates? I speed away homeward. These wet trees are the columns and arches of my personal Utopia.
The smell is of moss, mildew and smoke. The rich loam of detritus squishes, yielding tears underfoot.
I stand in this place of perfection. Everything I could possibly want come true. Made more beautiful without you.
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A swift creek ran past the farm, disappeared into the forest. My morning chore was filling a battered wooden bucket with water cool and clear. I carried it back to my host’s tiny rural house. Trudging along the slope, I watched the gray smoke snake out of the chimney into the damp morning air. Continue reading Hosting a Shoot
The Umdeshai Gorge was where the mighty Ahl cut through the mountains of Bahari from the Kingdom of Ishd to the plains of Urkardi-Om. The small village of Kavranen sat near the middle of the navigable branch of the river through the Gorge in a small valley, a green cleft between tightly packed mountains. Here, the brightly painted stores, inns, and cottages of the villagers perched on rocky outcrops and benches of varying heights above the flood line of the mighty river. The people of Kavranen, for the most part, lived symbiotically from the trade that traversed up and down the Ahl. The port of call was perhaps the most visited along the long journey through the Gorge. Continue reading Captain Penzmer’s Fate
Standing in a valley, in a field of wild flowers, surrounded by alpine forest, further circumscribed by soaring Continue reading Taking a Hike