In Which A Story Unfolds: Chapter Five*

Ink on paper

This story belongs with the preceding posts, read in chronological order: “One”, “Two“, “Three“, “Four“.

One day the wind spoke, “soon I must grow still. Perhaps you can travel with another.” 

The wind lowered her toward the earth and spoke again, “water will take you further, water will show you the unseen.” 

As she fell into the water she thanked the wind.

“Welcome,” the water said as it guided her into its currents.

And she journeyed though the cold and dark and deep, searching for the unseen.

*Each day for the next 9 days, I’ll add on to this story as it unfolds. 

315 days done, 50 days to go.