Since we walked together on that dirt path the grass has grown. The tress have matured, thickened. The green is darker. Day is longer. Rains have been falling more steadily. The arc of decline has shifted upward.

Now I walk with Ranger. Red and earth brown. A mind aware and sharp. No need to hide in plain sight.

The winds are slowly picking up. Leaves rustling. The cool breeze feels good and calming after a hot day. Smell the rain on its way in the air. It’s not raining yet but the taste is in the mouth.

Standing at the base of a mountain. Infinity casting star seeds into the ground.