The sun did not show its face today. Instead, the skies were blanketed in a thick layer of clouds. With it, danced the faintest scent of rain and crushed berries carried along by the afternoon air.

Somehow, as was painstakingly becoming the norm, the man found himself surrounded by unfamiliarity once again. His routine had become a monotonous jumble of eat, sleep, walk as far as your legs will carry you and repeat. It was hardly fulfilling, but every day allowed him to further bury the skeletons of desires which always seemed to plague him. Being alone in a strange place was taxing enough to distract him from all that. 

He continued onward through the meadow at a moderate pace, head and torso furtively lowered, hoping to keep his presence concealed from whatever grievance, or meal, was willing to present itself to him.