A Vow Remembered

45th Day of Ripening Season, 342 years After MourningI awoke to the sound of scuffles, words or thoughts I know not which, trudging past, too weary to veer from the path they began. Once the confusion faded, a faint stripe of filtered light pushed back the darkness. I...

Leavetaking

39th Day of Ripening Season, 342 years After Mourning Overcome with a bittersweet spirit, I write these words knowing they might be my last for a time. The temple and the bells of forgiveness continue to chime and I fear I can no longer in good conscience delay the...