Into the Storm
"We are following the Will of the One
Through the Dark Age and Into the Storm"
Sunday afternoon was dark and foreboding. The sky hinted at impending doom, but bravely, we set out upon our quest to cross leagues of countryside. The heavens were rent asunder, and rain fell at a torrid pace. Almost halfway into the journey we had made, hail the size of marbles fell from the sky, threatening to smash all in it's path. Other brave travellers pulled to the side of the trail, hoping for a brief respite in the brutal wrath of nature. When she had finished her tirade, the trail and countryside looked as if it was buried in a sea of white. A storm of such anger had not been seen for some time now, and I wonder if indeed, our fragile environs are forever changing...