A Novel – In One Page Per Day
Day 149, Tuesday
May 29th, 2018
Chapter Two: Plains
When the sky had cleared, the azure deep had returned. When the paths of the stars were once again visible at night, the families and tribes left the security of the forests, foregoing the great green canopies that had been their shelter.
They looked across the desserts and plains, looked over the tall grasses and steep dunes, exposing themselves beneath the open sky.
They came to worship the sky in its brilliant-blue, its angry-gray. The sky was open to their imagination, wide and oppressing. Its clouds gave them relief from the burning sun and covered them like a blanket in the cold night. It brought the rain, which meant life, and it brought the judgement of the lightning bolt.
There were dangers lurking everywhere in the open spaces. The plains were a place of constant threat, from great beasts and other tribes.
But there was also freedom, of movement, and the joy of wandering, which was something that called to them, it pushed them with an existential imperative.
Survival required constant vigilance, a discipline that was not as great as the life they had lived in the comfort of the forests, and the woodland caves.
They marked their journey with the stars and navigated from place to place by following the brightest beacons shining in the Milky Way
They migrated with the herds and flocks, following them, hunting them, gathering the grains and sweet grasses of the field to add to their feasts.
In the face of every danger they were free, they were a people without care. They clung together for safety, and separated from one another to pursue their own paths, only to return in their migrations to the appointed meeting places, at determined times following the seasons and the movements of the moon and planets.
It was a time of abundance, the tribes were growing, becoming stronger, relearning their ancient ways.
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