While rambling through a remote area of woodland, I happened upon a river of pink flowers flowing along the forest floor. Meandering back and forth across my path from my left to my right. I suspected the flowers must have sprung up from the moisture in an old river bed, yet my heart fluttered at … Continue reading The Hopeful Wanderer – A Pink Path for Pilgrimage
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The Hopeful Wanderer – Last Goodbye
Not often did I pass through a region twice. But between wandering and also traveling the world, the unusual had to happen someday. In a land I had not visited in a long while, I stopped by a mail chain. A wall of lost letters posted for the receiver to perhaps one day find. I … Continue reading The Hopeful Wanderer – Last Goodbye
The Hopeful Wanderer – A Dogged Decree
At the top of a snowy mountain in the earliest morning, when rays of sunlight bloodied peaks and bruised purple clouds low on the jagged horizon, the noise of claws scratching on ice brought my gaze up from my boots. My nose burned with the cold and my hands ached where I nestled them inside … Continue reading The Hopeful Wanderer – A Dogged Decree
The Hopeful Wanderer – A Dance at Dusk
In the depths of a cloudy blue twilight, I spotted a darker shape flailing within a grassy field. All around, long stalks reached toward the sky, silhouetted black against the encroaching twilight. Among them, the figure whirled and leapt, feet thumping against the dirt. Shoulders and hips swayed. Though I squinted, I could not make … Continue reading The Hopeful Wanderer – A Dance at Dusk
The Hopeful Wanderer – Mirror Mimic
Over a still lake, pale pink fog rolled, muffling the surrounding forest noises to silence. I knelt on the pebbled shore of a small peninsula, cleaning myself in the water. Splashes echoed into the distance. Goosebumps raised on my chilled skin. Once I finished, the surface became mirror smooth. Reflecting the fog back on itself … Continue reading The Hopeful Wanderer – Mirror Mimic
The Hopeful Wanderer – Toxic Remedy
With sickness dragging at my bones, my throat, and the pit of my stomach, I shambled through a flower market nestled in the heart of an unfamiliar region. As I was new to the area, I didn't know where to find the plant I needed. That plus the language barrier meant this market was my … Continue reading The Hopeful Wanderer – Toxic Remedy
The Hopeful Wanderer – Keeping Away from Windows
Shattered glass clung to the window frame from sill to ceiling, heavy, pale curtains flapping to either side in a fresh breeze. Large sections of broken pane lay scattered among shards ground to dust, strewn across the floor. The window smiled a ragged, toothy smile, as if to say, "Watch this." Another massive ball of … Continue reading The Hopeful Wanderer – Keeping Away from Windows
The Hopeful Wanderer – Footprints in the Sand
Along a stretch of grayscale sand, swept smooth and clean by the wind, a set of unusual footprints appeared. No one made them. None that I could see, anyway, which was troubling to begin with. But more worrying was how the footprints raised instead of imprinted, moonlight glinting along the outlined relief. As if someone … Continue reading The Hopeful Wanderer – Footprints in the Sand
The Hopeful Wanderer – A Weary Drifter
On the side of an empty stretch of highway, I found a little white stuffed rabbit sitting in the winter-dead grass. It wore a red dress patterned with bursts of yellow flowers. From beneath the hem, fuzzy feet poked out front, seemingly sat there and left behind. Black button eyes turned down toward the toes, … Continue reading The Hopeful Wanderer – A Weary Drifter
The Hopeful Wanderer – The Way of the Rabbit
From within the depths of a snowy hill, an enormous dark eye stared at me. Iris a deep brown, shot through with white snow. Pupil veined with tree branches. Snowflakes puffed away in the wind where a clump of snow had fallen from the opening eyelid. Unwavering focus pinning me down. Rooted in place, I … Continue reading The Hopeful Wanderer – The Way of the Rabbit










