The road is long. It has been long for quite some time and I don't imagine it will stop being long at any point in the future. Darkness is growing beneath the earth.
. . . It does not take one acquainted with foresight to feel it.
My journeys have kept me East. I dare not be too specific for the soil may indeed be listening. The sun rose weary and dim today, as if it was straining to do its daily routine. I had not slept through the night, the cover of darkness aiding me. The sun seemed almost as tired as I am now -- as I write this. As I struggle to keep the days straight in these times.
Oh, but the skies were not done there. It began to rain, and it is continuing to rain with continuing force. The Last Bridge stretches out in front of me, taunting and tempting me into the prospect of new lands (at least to me).
I long for the warmth of the Pony, but my business here is not yet done.
