Shadewood Fall into the deep end

Before departure, she slumped by the river. The movement of travel caught up, and all at once, the exhaustion hit before it was time to embark on another journey. It was a ritual, settling and leaving. 

Her body existed and she could not quench thirst until she was lapping for minutes, head falling over against the ground and allowing a cheek to be cooled down by racing waters.

Breathe, take in songbirds. Beginning to fall asleep to the whitenoise of the earth.