Many times I had gone by those fields where fortune flowers. My wealth was noticed on the path and where those paths did lead. Continue reading “Flowering fields of fortune [archive].”
The wind started to pick up in the early afternoon. The sky was red at dawn, so I hastily finished all I had needed to in that day.
The young do not remember a time of heroes and kings who fought for something other than simply law and convention.
The world tells its stories in ways unheard.
Drowned out by words of others, what is declared as inspirational or that which is to be upheld. Smothered by nonsense by those who would seek to undermine the ages, tradition and the silent stories told by the elements.