day.1798 - 2024/03/02 -
Journey
Cmonchan decided to go on a journey.
Crows watched Cmonchan head into the mountains.
Cmonchan kept walking, to stay focused on the present.
A woodpecker tapped against a tree. A warbler sang.
The sound of footsteps on dry leaves fell into rhythm, naturally layering together.
Over the mountain, along the valley, onward.
Cmonchan knew there was a healing spring ahead.
By the time it grew dark, Cmonchan had reached the spring.
One sip.
Cmonchan lay down, and fell asleep without realizing it.