The Hopeful Wanderer – Warning Signs

Blood on the dirt path ahead of me. So fresh it glistened bright red in the noonday sunlight, still puddling around bits of gravel. Just a moment ago, a hare had hopped down this turn, tall sunflower stalks obscuring it from my line of sight. Now it was gone. Now, the blood. Sunflowers. Though the … Continue reading The Hopeful Wanderer – Warning Signs