1 The stranger walked the muddy streets beneath a darkening sky. Not a soul could be seen. Neither were any windows lit.
2 The wind, though, appeared to be calling his name. He dared not answer in fears that someone invisible to him would hear.
3 He had no idea how he had arrived here. He had no idea where he was. And he had no plan on coming up with any either.
4 He heard a loose window-shutter banging against a wall in a kind of syncopation. A dog barked somewhere off to his right; left, nothing.
5 He was looking at the ground, fighting off exhaustion, when he heard his name spoken. Looking up, he saw a figure walking towards him.
6 The newcomer was clothed in an emerald robe, yet he couldn’t tell if it was a woman or a man. He stopped, but the figure kept approaching.
7 The wind stilled. All noise ceased. The skies began to brighten. The figure began to run towards him. Startled, he stopped in his tracks.
8 He had no time to react. His vision filled with green, and he felt an awesome power surging through his body. His eyes were forced shut.
9 When he opened them, he was in a warm lush garden. There was a woman with him. He spoke her name and kissed her good morning.
~Peace to All and One,
Son Rivers
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