To wake.

There are lessons to be learned from some cults of ages passed. Some whose time has come or will one day, or had been before the age of far flung legend was young or in a time one day to be.

Stilte.

The world sleeps as night time comes, the unsavory and just alike watching over them.

Ancient watcher.

If only all could hear the words of silent ancient earth.

Rowing.

So still the waters lay before me, the ripples outrun as they make their own way behind.

Before the storms.

It’s just another day before a storm.

The sun is felt even from behind the clouds, and the heat hangs in the air.