A Novel – In One Page Per Day
Day 150, Wednesday
May 30th, 2018
Chapter Three: Hills
Families banded together in migrating tribes, they left the shelter of their caves in the forests, their clearings besides the fountain springs in the valleys and glens, their places of refuge and safe harbor.
They wandered the open plains, and crossed the broad savannahs, invaded the wide deserts, and took to the greening fields.
They climbed to the tops of hills, drawn closer to the stars from which they came, and they counted them.
They piled stones atop one another, fitting them neatly together, building their homes with a wide view of their surroundings.
The humans were looking upward, and outward in search of memories, recalling unconsciously the sojourn of their ancient ancestors.
They rested on the hill-tops, beneath the stars and sun, at the feet of mountains, beside their waterfalls and streams.
As they listened to the sound of the wind through the rocks, and through the grasses, the rhythm of their music changed, and the stories they told took on a new character.
They were safe on the hilltops beneath the open skies.
The tribes organized themselves in new ways, in vertical hierarchies, in accordance with the physical structure of their encampments.
Their migrations took them from hill top to hill top, hunting and gathering the riches of the fields to themselves.
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