Only the future knows what path the adventurer took .. but the journey was won by its 1st step, we said goodbye to our passenger and wondered of his fate..
………The first thing he did was to take a figurine from the window sill and place it in his pocket. Next was a walking stick to remind him of all the places he had been.
A roadmap he would never use. Coffee to welcome the morning, wine to toast the end of day, matches to light the dark, smoke to see into the future.
A recipe for courage found in an old photograph he carried in his pocket.
A lute to calm the blowing wind.
Unknowing as he stood, old as stone and young as morning rain, the horizon carried him away
Manifest; the Abigail