Today, I walked on Mount Arabia for the first time. The granite made pools of itself, filled them up with rainwater and red moss. It seemed like the ocean and the moon melted together. I spoke to the scrub trees like one in the desert. They answered as desert beings will - dryly and full of humour.
After walking down and through the forest, I asked a question to the skies. A hawk flew over. Is this automatically to be taken as a yes? Hawk wants me to trust myself. If one remains earthbound, the possibilities of life are limited.