Wapun Meadow talking about me in my absence

for @Praimfaya

The fields were open, wide and expansive in a manner he could not fathom. Somewhere to the south laid trees that seemed to creep onto the territory of the wildflowers. They were not near him though and posed no threat to his stake of land — the land beneath his feet. Over to the east loomed a mountain range. Its presence demanded his attention. Perhaps even his respect but he could not give it. There was little interest in conquering it.

He tilted his head up to gaze upon the sky. Clouds lined it and he could only anticipate another rainy day. He would dread it deeply. Another day of traversing through mucky lands, being drenched with no desire to find shelter.

The summer was beginning to very much feel like fall.